after Purple Rain/Prince
Our love isn’t over. It was too cold
To run at peace. At peace with
Discernment we biked ahead of sirens
While gasping flying colors.
We have grown hollow.
We shed away black dots
From our left elbows.
In black from walls to ceilings,
with millipedes, puppy selfies—
bloated puffy faces in
white leather shorts—
mouthing about our awestruck
Life with in Purple Rain—
Like the dead corona of black roses
In his deeds—
We made the loving yeast.
Ann Huang is a multilingual Chinese American poet, filmmaker and visual artist based in Newport Beach, CA. Her poetry has been featured in Denver Quarterly, Ruth Stone, CONFRONTATION, Poets Choice, and Contemporary Verse 2. She’s Ephemera‘s June 2023 Poet. Her latest manuscript Garden by The Glass Door is the Wisconsin Poetry Series’ 2024 Semi-Finalist. Her collection of poems, Saffron Splash, is forthcoming in 2025 from The Raw Art Review.
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