Dad sends me outside to cut the tops off the basil.Read more "Basil Flowers"
My dreams are like paper planes / soaring / to the sunRead more "Paper Planes"
my mother isn’t at the dinner table tonight.Read more "family dinners"
Together, we are not an island. We don’t say each other’s
names as much anymore.
we always listen to music on the train.Read more "lovesick"
nana told me that
the water would never boil
if i watched the kettle,
What youth –
What is this unknown
That I can’t give
A name to,
Like the vocabulary
Of a foreign language?
A quiet stillness at dawn. I think of you now,
not yet a beginning—a cluster of eyes on the horizon,
blinking in the dark.
From one broken heart to another:
Bring me back my lover –
His frozen blood is waiting for me
Even if he’s too blind to see
What am I to you?