“Meth was Trainspotting and Dust of Angels. Taiwanese education had worked like a charm, and he had taken a step back from the idea. What else was out there for him to try?”
What else, if anything, would I / outdare a bullet for, if not our country / to bury our grandparents in?
I read the flora and fauna in my home as uncannily resilient. / My ancestors’ bodies were presciently small. / Nests accommodate the needs of infestation. / I simply could not live in this house alone.
and the woman in the mountain said /
my head is full of rocks / my mouth, ears, nose full of sand
once, / before the stars & stripes, / we traced stripes across / the stars to steer us / home.
to need sky / because you are sun / forgive forgive / the world is crueler / without you in it
I kiss / you & the sands roam every valley to ride this / wind. I kiss you & suddenly we are home again
desperate / we deceived ourselves / this time it will be different / fooled by the coldest winter disguised / as spring
I do not rule the body / of the girl I love, nor the body / of the girl I was, who is the city / I go home to, which is an island, / which I am always forgetting.
My whole life I heard her sing. / I never heard her speak.
“Discipline”, “Survey on Female Occupational Injuries in a Fishing Village”, and “Goddess Transformation”
in Chinese, pistachios are called / kaixinguo — happiness fruits. / but they are neither happy nor fruit. / they are birthed out of their shells / i am not happiness nor fruit nor mother; / only carefully extracted.
had partner My .Survival for /
trip the for long hair their grown /
—love make to nervous too was I and
you are prepared for all of it. how the blood will smell. of you. of lavender. of the crown of a head.
[we/ ] bombed them, because [ /they] bombed us.
a star falls on someone else’s city because it’s just a shooting star.
It can’t with words on paper / It can’t with words / It can’t
You hear Mama tell you / that you must be waiting for her to die to live your life.
Should you die my beloved / I will become a dyke / cut my hair to the scalp / demand history to know wrong / is done if you are taken from me
I tried to be a good daughter / and tell the right story to the guests, who were / always listening from their window across the road.
What else, if anything, would I / outdare a bullet for, if not our country / to bury our grandparents in?
“Discipline”, “Survey on Female Occupational Injuries in a Fishing Village”, and “Goddess Transformation”
I read the flora and fauna in my home as uncannily resilient. / My ancestors’ bodies were presciently small. / Nests accommodate the needs of infestation. / I simply could not live in this house alone.
in Chinese, pistachios are called / kaixinguo — happiness fruits. / but they are neither happy nor fruit. / they are birthed out of their shells / i am not happiness nor fruit nor mother; / only carefully extracted.
and the woman in the mountain said /
my head is full of rocks / my mouth, ears, nose full of sand
had partner My .Survival for /
trip the for long hair their grown /
—love make to nervous too was I and
once, / before the stars & stripes, / we traced stripes across / the stars to steer us / home.
you are prepared for all of it. how the blood will smell. of you. of lavender. of the crown of a head.
to need sky / because you are sun / forgive forgive / the world is crueler / without you in it
I kiss / you & the sands roam every valley to ride this / wind. I kiss you & suddenly we are home again
[we/ ] bombed them, because [ /they] bombed us.
a star falls on someone else’s city because it’s just a shooting star.
desperate / we deceived ourselves / this time it will be different / fooled by the coldest winter disguised / as spring
It can’t with words on paper / It can’t with words / It can’t
I do not rule the body / of the girl I love, nor the body / of the girl I was, who is the city / I go home to, which is an island, / which I am always forgetting.
You hear Mama tell you / that you must be waiting for her to die to live your life.
My whole life I heard her sing. / I never heard her speak.
Should you die my beloved / I will become a dyke / cut my hair to the scalp / demand history to know wrong / is done if you are taken from me
I tried to be a good daughter / and tell the right story to the guests, who were / always listening from their window across the road.