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Good Mourning Palestine

January 16, 2024
Gooood Mourning Pa-les-tiiiiiiiiiine!
closeup of a slug

Song

December 11, 2023
Sometimes it was just a humming / Which came through the windows at night
Shadow of home plant on wall

[The Tip of the Stalk]

November 6, 2023
The tip of the stalk / draws / the tossed flower —
Pink bougainvillea

Histories

October 2, 2023
In 1988 our fledgling nation drowned again in blood and clamshell clanging, oh how holy the flesh on pagoda stairs

Diversity Statement

September 5, 2023
In the years that formed me, I poured myself into classes, hobbies, extracurriculars I was told you’d like: Latin, Mandarin, Multivariable Calculus, Swimming, AP Physics.
A series of yellow lines against a dark background.

Closure

June 5, 2023
My parents were scheduled to divorce on Valentine’s Day.

Abstraction

May 1, 2023
A cheap print of an aspen grove / In the exam room

Infix

May 1, 2023
What happens when fantastic / becomes fan-fucking-tastic

Daydream

May 1, 2023
Riding an ant, we seek a fairy’s cave / A realm of long life, where butterflies flutter

Noon

May 1, 2023
a row of cypresses towered over the road / we knelt at the water’s source

I Want, Still

April 17, 2023
Today I am empty, fasting till sundown

Paper Hummingbirds

April 5, 2023
I’m afraid of what’s beyond the dishes / we wash in retrieved lake water.

At the Gallery

April 5, 2023
Finally at the gallery, the couple (all fiction of them), / she in that white bustier, he with the cutout

From Guerrilla Blooms

April 5, 2023
I look in the mirror / I look at the Indian women

In-N-Out for Iftar

March 20, 2023
The car in front stalls

Ism

March 20, 2023
The name of God is sufficient / for me.

From Here

March 20, 2023
Build your life on white, on silence and on stillness.

Low Flying Planes

February 20, 2023
A mirrorless story. My father’s mother’s name.

Gravitational Constant

November 30, 2022
Even after some time, I am still the weeping wound in the houseplant, / tearing easily.

Wrong Distance

November 16, 2022
Don’t you miss me as if I were dead? // That’s how you’d like to be loved.

(De)Composition

November 2, 2022
there will be no more baptisms

Eulogy

October 26, 2022
The officer’s fists on the door

Radical Surgeon of My Own Life

October 19, 2022
To wait for something to open, that’s optimism.

Aubade

October 5, 2022
Another year of rain and terrible air, then I see the street again —

Brief History

September 28, 2022
The night the flag of the British empire came down / in my country, the cry of a mottled wolf was heard in the wild.

Cruel World As a Litany Of Stars

September 21, 2022
Forgive me, I did not mean to copy your life.

Irrawaddy Delta, 2016

August 3, 2022
A grain of rice cannot feed a hundred mouths

Search Party

July 20, 2022
Together, above the kitchen sink, we peeled / a hundred russets.

Bringing Up Mother

July 13, 2022
I was not dressed correctly when / motherhood interviewed me.

Lived Here

July 6, 2022
My Birth State can’t possibly drive interest

If I Say My Body Is Asian Does This Poem Disappear

June 29, 2022
Another poem mannequin- / Ing the body.

The Christmas Poem

June 15, 2022
there are thousands of days left / tens of thousands if we’re lucky

A Poem Is a Landscape of the Mind

June 8, 2022
It was the winter of my life. Afternoons, / I watched light fade / from the faces of brownstones.

When the Sky Is Closed

June 1, 2022
Not even children who brave the street / Will notice the robins, mistaking them for nightingales.

Cut Off

May 11, 2022
The last man who touched my tits cut them off

Vigilance

April 27, 2022
The hottest summer on record I couldn’t open the windows.

AFTER SEVEN YEARS I’M HOME AGAIN & ANIMAL AS EVER

April 14, 2022
I think back / to childhood— // to this state / & its former rainfall

Girl from

March 30, 2022
I tell the oracles that no one has touched / me, that plenty have looked, drunk their fill / on my (   ).

Without Them

March 23, 2022
Thirsty / doesn’t describe what we’re looking for, / yet for some it means desperate for another’s touch.

A Barn of Many Languages

March 16, 2022
my tongue is at war with a new language

Tenement

February 23, 2022
I’d been undoing myself for years. / Why would this day be any different?

Swing

January 26, 2022
At some point, fathers stop unraveling / in private, don’t they?

Extended Release

January 19, 2022
I won’t know how to daughter till it’s done.

Earning Keep

October 26, 2021
“You can see the pure it-ness / of anything if you cut it right”

The Daughter Myth

October 14, 2021
“Say then that I am overflowing / & nobody’s fool & did not give up"

My Mom Buried a Saint in the Yard

August 12, 2021
Not like you think, but yes, he’s upside down.

The Women

July 29, 2021
more than the men, even. The ones who looked / like I looked.

Metamorphic Sonnet

June 3, 2021
How could I not praise the Chinese grandmother / rocking her floral print tracksuit?

Bulbous with an Egregious Silence

May 27, 2021
“while the aunties sit weaving an awful dress of effrontery / —and I wish we could be alive in several ways but this one”

Man at Desk

May 13, 2021
There’s a man who sits at his desk this evening, / bearing witness to the end of days.

Ordnance

April 8, 2021
“The world is a list of things / I keep from my father.”

LOS ÁNGELES

March 18, 2021
We’re going to see the angels / my father says but in Spanish

Home

July 17, 2020
I was mesmerized by how willing her skin / was to leave her.

The Empty City

January 10, 2020
I went to the doctor and found out / there is an empty city inside me.

Milk Teeth

December 23, 2019
I lean my open neck against yours. / The miracle always returns with a hunger.

indelible in the hippocampus

August 20, 2019
Memory is no solid monument but liquid’s / twins of substance and ceaseless swell.

Auto-Immune

February 27, 2019
I am destined to infuse / survival with meaning, like honey clotting in syringes.

Etymology.

August 24, 2018
the etymology of gun is hunger

Poet Wrestling with the Possibility She’s Living in a Simulation

June 25, 2018
One simulation to another, am I wrong.

you’ve always been a border simulator

May 7, 2018
you have trouble saying your name and you say it anyway

[My cadastre of flesh]

April 30, 2018
My cadastre of flesh / dissects me right to the bone

Edge of the Wild

April 4, 2018
I am so afraid of being troubled and alone at the end of this world

History

March 9, 2018
We kept the kills quiet / amid rows of pale clover

Some Call It Bounty

February 28, 2018
Before you were born I binge-watched Hoarders.

Rooms

January 19, 2018
We used to think that refugees / were of one kind / and we never knew / that we were too.

Notes on Inheritance

January 12, 2018
I stretch my neck into the next life.

An Iranian Rat Prepares for Space Flight

January 8, 2018
I have no name unless I make / it back alive

At Mercier Orchards

December 15, 2017
we believe in ourselves / more than we believe in anything else

Where Papi’s Angel Speaks to Me About Love

November 29, 2017
mijo—i know you have seen the night / as an excuse to hold your body like a bottle

The last dog in the world

November 15, 2017
What are days? Just him and / the left-over spiders.

Unfinished

October 25, 2017
This is where our devouring / comes home

On a Lamp Post Long Ago

October 11, 2017
in case we have forgotten the word love, we will know its symbol

I Give You My Heart/Os doy mi corazón

October 10, 2017
A poem for Puerto Rico.

Je Suis Sally

September 27, 2017
"I am black wench, / wench Sally, African Venus, Sarah Hemings"

After Dinner

August 21, 2017
The serrated are only / 
for dining, the curved ones for husking / 
muscle from the bone

Black stars fill up black sky—

July 24, 2017
When the opal stone appears, I’ll lean into it. But terror is a runaway train.

The Dead Woman

July 17, 2017
This is how we knew she had / already died at least once.

The Fallout

July 10, 2017
In St. Louis, America's nuclear history creeps into the present, leaching into streams and bodies.

Subterfuge

May 22, 2017
Maybe you spiked the dirt / With your snare of shivers.

The Song of Empty Rooms

March 27, 2017
Your voice is my favorite album, / you left but your bones are still here.

Oasis

March 13, 2017
We want what God wants: to be pure.

Number Love, My Taxes

January 23, 2017
how we are so many dependents, / how one headlight will do for now

Hive

January 9, 2017
My name // came reeling towards me from a net / of insects that said it was your mouth.

Neck of the Woods

December 26, 2016
One girl might leave a trail of crumbs / Behind her. One might leave a line of poured-out gasoline.

Fourth Algorithm

November 7, 2016
I have trouble naming myself / In a language I can find.

Labor Day

June 15, 2016
any word traced to its origin is a small boy begging for water

Migrant Is Not a Metaphor

June 15, 2016
A migrant learns to love as mothers do, by trying and trying again.

Brooklyn Bound

June 1, 2016

The fight to extradite El Chapo.

Tenebrae

June 1, 2016
Praise instead the night, its starless, basilica void.

Let’s Not Begin

June 1, 2016
Worry and console, worry and console: it’s how I stay in shape.

Tassiopeia

May 16, 2016
I came out hot as a punched jaw

Asylum

May 16, 2016
They said burn the keys but only our hair caught fire.

She Walked In / She Walked Out

May 2, 2016
Whatever you touched grew more like itself

How Easy to Live with Choice

April 15, 2016
Oh it’s a gold rush of expectations this place.

Apocalypse with Bed Sheets

April 1, 2016
I pick him up, and he unravels into a sheet.

Hyel’s Zumbi

April 1, 2016
Call his neck plum, when it bruises say the skin makes it easy to digest.

Straight to the jawline bloody Igor

March 15, 2016
Trumpets skyward, you know about it, side eye, you know how goes silence in the rock-n-roll

Twentieth-First Century

March 15, 2016
I vote with my feet. I vote with my wallet. I vote in person with my vote.