I wrote one million poems not one featured the word brown. I scalpeled my own pulsing heart excised all trace of spice or silk routes stepped politely away from ugly …
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Poetry
There are clouds on the move to the end of their edges, close to the end of their own shapes. Frayed where nothing was ever woven, they unravel what no …
I would paint my skin Into a colorless color, & I would dye my hair Wear two blue contacts, & I would even Go for plastic surgery, but if I …
There is a jungle With lime coloured vines And trees That wear their bark The way that Green Mambas Wear their skin. I follow the sound of anklet bells Deeper …
Möbius Strip We thought my life was following the same curves as yours, Mama but I was slowly curling into the T W I S T of a möbius strip …
My first plane ride took me to rain splattering against the windows of the cab fingers were tightening over mine mother’s? I knew this was no vacation the squat house …
Particles mirror each other no matter how far apart. The butterfly, the philosopher Zhuangzi — who became the other? The light turned on by nobody at midnight, when Grandfather passed …
I sit alone in a college lab writing software code to solve a jigsaw puzzle. An exercise in parallel processing. I hear my own fingers tap the cold keyboard. Overtime …
in memoriam you watch her heaving chest where you once lay sleeping hoping for it to last & you keep on thinking of the times when she left & came …
She sits loud-spoken, settling stiff body on stiff mattress with soft gray curls kissing humid air and I watch her hands sweep upward strokes, needle caressing beanie baby with rat-punctured …