sound hour
I look out of the small kitchen window
above the table,
and saw the skin of your elbow
hanging from the outline
of a phantom shard glass.
In Passing
re: your temporal lobe/circular breath/first words as
typography/the eye slant/your name/your heritage/how
we cradle our Mother Tongue/the way your back slouches
when dreaming
O’Hare
It’s always the drive to the airport
when you look at me
merging concern from
the corner of your right eye
in my direction […]
Styx
In this poem, I am an outlaw / though what do
I know about headstones or hemoglobin / my
father promised me that Morricone captured the
most important feature of existence / the whistle […]
These Boots Are Made for Trauma
My feet
Are wearied and jaded
As a pair,
one incites the other […]
transgender (adjective)
trans·gen·der | \ tran(t)s-ˈjen-dər, tranz-\
Definition of transgender
1. a : of, relating to, or being a person who is vulnerable : see OTHER
// like a fetus or an orioles’ egg it is fragile & frequently unborn […]
Anthem
We, of the overbearing bosses,
the sovereign bosses
hovering over our desks,
we, just looking to advance our careers,
or seeking guidance, a leg up, […]
A diaspora gives birth
Like a whisper caressing the back of our necks / kissing a line connecting sporadic wisps of hair / that’s how we feel it / a promise of a home we ever got to claim / made from bricks the color of earth / as deep and rich and brown as our skin […]
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