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 one wears.
Despite their large size,
they’re too light to … more »
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 really do
I assure you, I will not remove my … more »
Homes that have held me
made me dream, and left me,
worlds that birth me –
squeeze me,
out violently
Before I got the chance to ask,
can I stay a little longer?
non-oriented
now; broken
open – dispersed
There … more »
At Qingming Festival
True, it can never grow
Like a real seed, but
My father’s bone ash is
So well planted there
In the rich soil of his
Native village, it has kept us
Hoping & hoping
For just another … more »
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 and deeper
Into this green
Praying
For just a glimpse… more »
Patriarchy
How is a daughter
named? My mother pleads
to the librarian tapping
dewey decimals for the Hanja dictionary;*
a weary oracle of bastards, retards
and girls. Perhaps she pulls
my eyelids; probing
for floaters, films,
blemishes, basic faults… more »
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
and when I finally
straightened I became
the inverse of … more »
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 stood
on the corner of autumn
dreamlike in its strangeness… more »
Working hard regardless of criticism,
I have succeeded;
Another year has passed by,
I would climb one story higher.
Rest and build up strength,
Will win every war in the business world.
Making big profits with a small capital,
The … more »
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 away
a thousand miles afar.
My dear child,
when I … more »