Tri Nhan 004 Confesses to Tri Nhan 206 at a Beach
i feel this story again again:
Onion Grass in February
A Poet and An Astrophysicist Walk Into A Bar. There’s a joke there somewhere.
Noriega Dies the Morning I Visit Dad
A chart on the door tells how to know who is in what sort of danger by the color of their socks.
(un)inhabited
You are neither immigrant nor alien. / . . . / You are merely part of multiple worlds.
Hate Poem
We have disappointed one another / in countless ways; let me count the ways:
A Shrine We Built for All the Things We Couldn’t Hold
What can we dig out of this collapsed house?
Gorl and Her Home
In the golden lava Gorl remembers the stories of Home.
Barrani
Kif rani ried jaf ismi.
(When he saw me he asked me my name.)
Queen’s Street, Toronto
Minn tarf sa tarf tat-triq timxi l-istorja,
(History walks from one end to the other of the street—)
Ramalla
Rajt xemx żagħżugħa tixgħel il-belt kollha.
(I saw a young sun setting the city alight.)
thesis: here gender is elusive, if not slippery as silt
the fact that it could be anyone / proves that it could be anyone
Elegy with thank-offering
like a basin of holy water used to perfume the skin / or Trinity about an hour before sunrise—the reaper’s / reaper. . .
Headless
Boy borderless | mind oil-slick rainbow
Sunday Before Last
How will I someday guide their arks to bank?
Jacob’s Eyes
I used to love this job, love the escapism of the mountain. Now, I had Jacob.