Nov 10, 2021
playing the dozens with loneliness
your lonely ain’t alone if it’s waiting for him
When your friend tells you: “these kids
at night, when i’m outside and / the wind shakes the chimes, it sounds like the bell
Sep 14, 2021
Ashes at Kande Beach, Malawi
Everything is an elegy these days, all chipped rings, / clipped wings.
Jun 29, 2021
[Political] Dialogue
There were two worlds then, the one we lived in and the one she invented, where my aunt remarried and nobody ever went to America
Jun 01, 2021
A Man Called After Dark
the smoke of belt burn / and nectarines and me / — I will learn to love him
May 17, 2021
On Some Saturday, After All of This
there is little room for sourness, / little room for anything other than a vibrating joy
May 11, 2021
Even When Looking Up, He Thinks He Is Above the Stars
The world was a changed thing / a variant of its former self, and you were / A new ripple in the miles-deep pool of time, / that one breath strumming the tender / Chords of the system.
Apr 21, 2021
A Letter to My Mother, or Ode to Invisible Things
Dear sudden inspiration, creeping uncertainty, tiny splinter of glass, / sometimes you cannot be enough.
Mar 15, 2021
Time Lapse
In a time lapse, nothing happens smoothly. / Red horns quake as they splinter / from limbs on the bottlebrush.
Mar 12, 2021
A TEMPLATE FOR YOUR FIRST EVER NATIVE AMERICAN “LAND ACKNOWLEDGEMENT”
Do I directly benefit from the enslavement and genocide of the original people of this land? Absolutely.
Feb 24, 2021
Self-Portrait with Cumin, Saffron, and Star Anise
To Cumin, Saffron, and Star Anise, sisters / of the roasted goat and rice ritual, daughters / of smoke and gossip, glowing and bloodwarm
Feb 17, 2021
The Only Invitation
I was begging / for some grandeur even if it meant / a little blood or whole limb
Feb 08, 2021
WHAT IS A COUNTRY TO A UNIVERSE?
a rooster crows from a neighbor’s backyard / pinche gallo, Abuelo spits, looks quick / to see if i wake from the noise / of Spring
Feb 02, 2021
