Poetry

let it go let my eyes / fade my ears cease shut

so that I may take it in, / taste our communion / and learn what she means when she says / Mija, we are magic.

it seemed she had no idea / she was doing it     as if the habit was / a reaction to a far-off memory     as if / she wasn’t in front of us     any longer / and she was thinking back     thirty years

importance is contextual. like. the mountain climber tramples / on countless undiscovered plants on his way to the summit / each day and does not realize it.

met a stranger. on the street. he said, “you good?” / well, he actually said “ni hao?” which we all know is “hello”

“. . . you’ve shown me some crimes are so tall even / God tilts His head to meet them/ in the eye.”

The night I understood what it means to be / Black, a line of bats perched on my roof, / owls fell into my room like rain.

Unable to remember / how I’ve arrived, at night / I get drunk, vodka / on the shore, searching / for paradise in any crevice