at nine years old i noticed that gunshots sound more like fireworks than super soakers azure, sage, aquamarine. they say those are the...

Kētóu , my parents mutter,  words echoing in the silent temple. My knees fold onto a blood-red cushion & I look up at the golden statue—...

the target carved into my forehead  burns, pulses like a stab wound although it’s no deeper than the first layer of flesh. faintly...

& a written confession that i can’t say to your face because we both know you wouldn’t understand. instead, since my words are pleated ...

This poem is a contrapuntal. The two columns can be read separately as well as together from left to right. It begins with  the boy...

i am a ghost. at school, i take my tests,  raise my hand, hope my crush will look at me.  i sit on lunch tables, watch humans   be sad....

—an often neglected color: Too bright, too happy Too loud, too unsanitary (Disease, disdain, discontent) The stain we Chinese bear From...

“Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” - "The Summer...

bleach on my scalp  section hair by clips / plastic bowl / the spine of a brush / a plastic glove hugged tight against skin / my mother...

1. before summer arrived, i was told to turn on the air conditioner.                    the repairman on the screen was old & simple,...

I bite the acrylics on my nails  until I hate myself  because it hurts  and my mom will yell at me  for wasting her money and my time I...

They taught me young, how to balance womanhood on my narrow shoulders, like a glass vase filled to the brim,  fragile, yet expected to...

I still try to find you in every ocean I go to. I lay my body beneath the rip currents, Under the waves and the sand.  All I find is a...

If I’m courageous enough  I’ll jump off a 43 foot cliff holding hands with  raindrops as they dive from the clouds. They’ll leave leopard...

amount to so little too early in your life. gather sense and sweetness.  at the very end, you might see many cities, many people and...

an erasure of 1 Corinthians 13 Men or angles, tongues of Love: mysteries. I am nothing. I gain nothing. Love is no truth. Love failed...

I keep thinking  about the time in high school  when you drew  me  a map of the city,  I still have it somewhere.  It was so easy  to get...

Aphrodite, will you make me beautiful?  tried abcdalready tried; gave me raw oyst  oysters algae blue when I was a baby so I could throw...

there's no coming-out story like announcing your gayness in a room full of other people's plastic plants, manufactured autumn leaves,...

i cannot find wisconsin on google or in my soul nor do i want to. milwaukee fades like greyed-out photographs moves like water,...