Our son’s called Le Tian in his Mandarin school, a name his grandmother—his Po— gave him.
for you, watch myself weave through spindle and spine, I’ll wrap around your mannequin form.
was the nickname we gave to an aunt on my mother’s side, she never missed a day of church
In the gabled room of your uncle’s house, I left you sleeping, left you before your alarm could sound, before …
Like a good bird flying, he would say when I asked how his day went. Fingering the holes in his…
If the sand migrates south to some other coastal town, dredgers haul up the ocean floor, pumping the slurry onto the diminished shore and bulldozing it into acceptable …
All the dictionary is erased— palimpset pulpy remembering You are not a title page not the index of your skin you are the falling autumn already…
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