Yvonne Lin

THESE FOUR 


My friend who owns a condo saw the yellow walls 
in the room I rent through my laptop camera and 
asked, "Are you committed to that color?" It is a mild 
yellow that reminds me of rabbit piss. This question 
paws at other maybe commitments: to metaphor, the 
madhouse, the bit? I first read “The Yellow Wallpaper” 
standing in the front of a classroom, pretending to 
proctor exams. It was a good time for the grifters 
when I was asked to surveil, unable to care about 
integrity in a school remodeled from a Microsoft 
building, where I learned more about structural 
inequality and all that than the kids did in those 
julienned days. Like them, I just wanted to shift 
a classic story into the past perfect and remember 
little. It's too bad. Italic words unfurled over a 
too-orange sunset have told me that the answers 
to humanity’s gilded questions lie in literature, but 
at least, there’s no arsenic in my walls.


Yvonne Lin is a grad student who lives in California and lurks on Twitter @__yvonnelin.