“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 […]
It felt like Communion, their slow dance in the kitchen. Somewhere a ghost-voiced radio played and the song was God promising forever, only watching them I knew it must be true.
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
Her face is a dark smudge on a white milk carton. Her face is a pale circle underneath blue ice. Her face is a perfect blank of negative space, because the casting call read white actresses, ages 16-32, only. Her body is only a tangle of limbs in the cavern of a trunk, in the […]
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 […]
I always eat what I eat, alone. So true, that what spills from our lips has a life of its own. Flowers, jewels, toads, and bones: I speak in streamers to cast my spells. You, you swallow what you cannot keep: gingerbread children, a red riding cape, a river stone heated to make stone soup. […]
You arrive in the night to smash and topple stones that mark our resting place. This golem is cousin to the gravestones and stands guard against vicious interlopers. Your task is hatred in action, but the golem cares only for truth. This golem is inexorable stone in motion. You drop your tools and try to […]
After, it is like surgery: things heal or they don’t, the stitches pull or the wound reopens, offering a spill of fresh grief, a spark of pain, the way steel flints when it is being sharpened— just enough light to be a reminder, but too small to speak against the night. Eventually, you tuck it […]