top of page

"Stop Tagging Me in Photo Albums" by Vicki Liu


My first date’s hobby was going to therapy. The conversation was excellent then I never called him back. Amazing how I once ate a frozen grape and felt like I was tasting god. I’ll never go to a garden again, I don't like how the flowers stare back. In my head, you were taller. In the picture, you had more hair. It’s okay honey I understand. Please don’t take out your guitar, don’t sing me a song. Amazing how your heartache instantly made me wet. I agree that

your ex is gorgeous. Come sit in the cracked phone screen light. Tell me all about it show me a picture or two.



Vicki is a freelance illustrator working out of Queens, New York. In her spare time she likes to play claw machine games and collect absurd amounts of stationary. You can find her online at www.vickiii.com

Recent Posts

See All

Two poems by Kathleen Hellen

city of flaneuse, in crayolas with lines from the Rolling Stones Peach that used to be flesh-colored Indian Red (extinct)—now comes in colors head scarf in magenta, jogger barbie pinked comes dogwalke

"Ill-Conception"by Jacob Griffin Hall

Growing up, I never wanted to be anything. Someone walked with me, a babysitter maybe, and watched as I pocketed a handful of thorns. I never thought they’d make a memorable crown. No one died when I

bottom of page