I show my dead grandmothers the map I drew: here is woman, there is queer, here is my dot on gender ave. Wish you’d braid..

When I came to say goodbye,I brought a pocketful of poems,not mine, but some which I meant to comfort you,and I hope they did,hope you..

In the spirit of all things we are not, I should be honest. Demand:take your cardigan off first, then my pantyhose, use your tongue to..

Mother, this home is infectedwith demons, every rooma photograph of the tragedieswe performed many a night. Frightening is the bedroom whereI threatened to hit youif..

On some nights, she doesn’t eat but instead writes about the food she really wants. Jae Yook Gui. Kimchi jigae. Foods representing her Korean heritage...

Forgive me –The day breaks and so do I. Someone played the moonlight sonata at11 in the morning and all I could think of was..

Many have asked me,‘Who is Nameri?’Even you, Nameri. In all the world,there is only one Nameri.Nameri, the place,Nameri, the woman.Nameri:‘From God, who protects her,’from me,..

Architecture meant nothing— except blanket forts in August. I didn’t know aboutBrutalist monoliths, Renaissance churches & Gothic arcs. I only knew aboutCrafting glue. I smattered..

He broke my spine down the middle,folded me between vertebraelike a grocery listand carried me to the mountaintopwhere the ground is too hard to dig...

America’s coast is ragged at the bottomYou know this from maps, of courseBut you don’t know it until you fly down into Louisianaon a late..

i walk into the lake and die therethe search team drags nothingbut water to the shore i was just a kid after alland my blood..

Born between rivers, you are infinitelycultivated. Sand backwashed from the ocean. Good silt down from the plains. Fermented in Disneyworld bacteria, embryos fasciculate  in polluted foam...

Afterward, I weep into the mole It waits, in shadows of your wrist I smoothen it, lingering my teeth

I remember the air we lived in;the color of hyper, aqueous thin and glinting lifebut shake the razor globe, upend itand we were jim-jammed, shaky,unfounded,..

At 3AM sometimes I found the man sittingbleached in the light from the forecast on TV.There are no names for colors, he said,the first time..

Let heaven be a tune that belongs            to an eighteen-year-old boy who has never                        had his own room—until now.  He doesn’t even know himself well..

Sipping teain front of Sephora,with my husband,the third one. I watch the girls from the cosmetic counterhuddle together, dressed in black smocks,full painted lips, coal-colored..

White lost its virginitywhen I saw throughcherry eyes.The hoar turned to flame,my portrait, a whore.Who are you whogathers the hollyhockin your secret harem,seducing them,petal from..

ted hughes arrived at my front door with an apology and a box of chocolates /dark chocolate melting over marzipan / he remembered my favorites..

He loved the body of his woman.Harmonicas and mandolins playedIn the sense of wonder in his mind. At the end sudden winds blewThrough the plans..

It is somewhat amazing to me. There can be so much to overlookand so much more to look over. I read Robert Haas speaking of..