Haibun on the High Bun

everything shifts as she twists and spins her hair, lifting it to chignon. / So self-assured, as if the gesture were always hers

Dec 22, 2021
playing the dozens with loneliness

your lonely ain’t alone if it’s waiting for him

Nov 10, 2021
Let Me Show You

oh, how my little joys have saved me

Oct 13, 2021
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

I took my time shrugging / into this divinity

Jun 02, 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
Origin Story

I became an invader myself / a pathogen with survival traits

May 24, 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
Universe With No Fictional Films

I was afraid of being kidnapped.

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
Some Days

Some days come too soon.

Mar 02, 2021

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

a rooster crows from a neighbor’s backyard / pinche gallo, Abuelo spits, looks quick / to see if i wake from the noise / of Spring

Mirror Stage

We remember how hard it has always been to see our body.