yesterday: wind picked up when the storm blew
north from the tropics. humid air, musty quality.
summer left in a dark room too long until green
lightning throws rot out born from churned
ignition. burst of heat leaves us cold. last night:
everyone wearing sweaters with their shorts
again. return to production and nighttime
drinking at home. Read more →
the body’s in the back. we order
short fries, small fork, an extra credit card
machine. we are a machine. the body’s now our front-
seat driver, driving backward into— Read more →
When Farmer Yon says “people have died,
you must breathe,” it is 4 am
on a rooftop in Lahore. My hand is as numb
as an ice-carved statue and I’m
looking at the stars because just like my
ancestors, I still don’t know their names. Read more →
Dear God, if only you knew the sound
coming out of my mouth
was pleasure not pain, if only, Read more →
I said yes: And a few days later I met Mina, which in another way made me feel I was moving on to something new. Read more →
freedom, being a hole punched tent with bargain label language, just doesn’t cut it for me these days Read more →