Poetry
Ekphrasis to Doing My Love’s Makeup
Where we grew together, trading color & solace & cups of chirping crickets. Lay side by side with clumsy bodies & found their differences trivial.
In Which the Poet Stretches and Sees God, In Which the Poet Sickens of this Earthly Form
I emerged shimmering as my body collapsed behind me: a kindly shape-shifter, a violet apsara, a beautiful dark-ish nothing.
In Which a Straight Girl has Beautiful Brown Hair
Vivid, languid, soft- burning. Skin warm to my touch.
Border
I wait for your tenderness. Bleeding along a foreign border.
Yogurt Cultures, Disappearing Messages
A disappearing dispatch. A Molotov message. Lobbed across rooftops already alight.
Dallas Morning News
For ten more years I trace moist steel, read my tattered flesh. Hope it will sing my symphonies my mother danced to, then.
Pack Your Home and Take it With You
In Connecticut, in Jerusalem, in the hills they call Himalayas—we pinch food from fleshy earth and eat the lives of others.
Cupertino [Recovered], The Things I Called You Were Never Quite Right
little immigrant kids holding hands, gripping our helium light bodies to asphalt.”
Brown Man at my Coffee Shop
They gleam, and I cross the ocean too.