Poetry

Apathetic Goblin Nightmare Woman

“I guess,” you said. “You could stand to be sleeker,” stand taller, be smaller, like the bamboo behind your two-dollar Bodhisattva, your Buddha from the neighbourhood thrift store. Wear skirts that soften the rhetoric of your politics, your culture-conscious, myth-haunted, faerie hysterics, your imminent immigrant histrionics, “I know,” you said. “That you’re not my manic pixie dream […]

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Keening

She wakes with no memory of pain, only the taste of steel and three drops of blood on white bed sheets. In the distance, the whistle of the afilador, the man who sharpens knives. He appears at dawn or dusk, or when called. Her abuela, slicing onions, told her, “Put a trapo on your head […]

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The Designs of Designer Baby

I. She came from the cold laser bath, a polished thing trimmed by tiny scissors. Held by sterile gloves, she grew up thinking herself a rare Picasso, her eyes dark flowers, her mind a meteor shower. In elementary school, she saw the future, built marvels using gauze, bullets, and Krazy glue, items made for wartime […]

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An Announcement

An announcement: To be spread in code By the tattered violinist in the Astor Place station, In an advertisement for a ‘57 Chevy in the Post, Between needles binding cerise and rose, And in the songs of select birds who sing in Gramercy Park. You will understand it. An invitation: To be scrawled with colored […]

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Spice Islands

For my Grandmother and Derek Walcott Voyages by sea from two spice islands lay claim to the hidden song that is plucked by momentum from my hidden sinews. There is no logic or reason to this intersection of personal histories. Why two men with diverging histories sailed from Jaffna and became station masters. Why their […]

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