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Poetry

What a terrible song, this hoofed wind. / What a terrible song, the begging of my body. / I am the knife. I am the knife. I am the knife.

Poetry

i say “i don’t need a man” and it’s true/ but flowers. the flowers how i love the flowers / before they drown inside out / from their own perfume.

Essays

What a royal feeling to look into that bag and imagine something new on my tongue on a day like that.

Poetry

I reenter my body as a highway, then a Monday, then a demo / of a pop song that never made it to the surface.

Poetry

when i was six, / i scooped prayer into my palms, sipped / jesus’ sweat out of a soju bottle ten / years after. the prayer screamed / under my skin

Poetry

Don’t you know my face? Didn’t you / break it open? Being beautiful, it’s no crime.

Poetry

Unearth the map of storied constellations. / Vibe the unknown. Wager that fear is not our common dialect.

Poetry

치마를 까뒤집던 꽃들이 / 태양의 먼 어깨 위로 투신한다 / 나무들이 입던 속옷을 벗어 깃발처럼 흔드는 정원에서

Poetry

I dress devotedly. I devote my time to smoothing the knots in my hair. / I lace rum and cokes with devotion. My aloe vera plant sings devotion.

Poetry

總有一次不想丟掉 / 太容易丟掉 || Don’t want to lose it this time / It’s too easy to lose

Poetry

After the rain, the June wind / wheedles the airy curtains / and creeps into the ward

Poetry

脱脂牛奶 …..………………. $1.00 / mama am i skeleton enough mama am i skeleton enough .………. 0.25 mile

Poetry

What is the legacy of the People’s Republic of China?

Poetry

In a guest laden living room to the side in a corner, / I tried to wear a coat like skin, // And in that moment, that precise moment, / I’m asked, “Are you Tibetan?”

Poetry

the manner / in which the oaks nod to me it’s funny / I swear there are no magnets / lining my boots / maybe just a few nickels

Poetry

America swallowed my parents / spit out skeletons / Waleed became Bill / the Clintons stretched / their skinny vowels / over my father’s father’s father’s name

Poetry

my eyes are closed / & i won’t lose my temper, want a world where my people aren’t background, refuse / to be an extra in someone else’s weekend again.

Poetry

do you know somewhere inside their language, lies something mine?

Poetry

if I extradited myself from my body cleaved into infinite / particles you’d never step all over me at once

Poetry

& if / you find yourself full of holes, the / way they beat fish at the markets, / think of the hands, damp & cherried / with rain, that once tore your mother / out of the house / she learned to dance in.

Poetry

What a terrible song, this hoofed wind. / What a terrible song, the begging of my body. / I am the knife. I am the knife. I am the knife.

Poetry

After the rain, the June wind / wheedles the airy curtains / and creeps into the ward

Poetry

i say “i don’t need a man” and it’s true/ but flowers. the flowers how i love the flowers / before they drown inside out / from their own perfume.

Poetry

脱脂牛奶 …..………………. $1.00 / mama am i skeleton enough mama am i skeleton enough .………. 0.25 mile

Essays

What a royal feeling to look into that bag and imagine something new on my tongue on a day like that.

Poetry

What is the legacy of the People’s Republic of China?

Poetry

I reenter my body as a highway, then a Monday, then a demo / of a pop song that never made it to the surface.

Poetry

In a guest laden living room to the side in a corner, / I tried to wear a coat like skin, // And in that moment, that precise moment, / I’m asked, “Are you Tibetan?”

Poetry

when i was six, / i scooped prayer into my palms, sipped / jesus’ sweat out of a soju bottle ten / years after. the prayer screamed / under my skin

Poetry

the manner / in which the oaks nod to me it’s funny / I swear there are no magnets / lining my boots / maybe just a few nickels

Poetry

Don’t you know my face? Didn’t you / break it open? Being beautiful, it’s no crime.

Poetry

America swallowed my parents / spit out skeletons / Waleed became Bill / the Clintons stretched / their skinny vowels / over my father’s father’s father’s name

Poetry

Unearth the map of storied constellations. / Vibe the unknown. Wager that fear is not our common dialect.

Poetry

my eyes are closed / & i won’t lose my temper, want a world where my people aren’t background, refuse / to be an extra in someone else’s weekend again.

Poetry

치마를 까뒤집던 꽃들이 / 태양의 먼 어깨 위로 투신한다 / 나무들이 입던 속옷을 벗어 깃발처럼 흔드는 정원에서

Poetry

do you know somewhere inside their language, lies something mine?

Poetry

I dress devotedly. I devote my time to smoothing the knots in my hair. / I lace rum and cokes with devotion. My aloe vera plant sings devotion.

Poetry

if I extradited myself from my body cleaved into infinite / particles you’d never step all over me at once

Poetry

總有一次不想丟掉 / 太容易丟掉 || Don’t want to lose it this time / It’s too easy to lose

Poetry

& if / you find yourself full of holes, the / way they beat fish at the markets, / think of the hands, damp & cherried / with rain, that once tore your mother / out of the house / she learned to dance in.