Poetry
Mar/Apr 2019
Can You Describe Your Years in Prison?
Over Skype, I try to document my mother’s bald-shaved youth — she has a surplus in truths, and science has proven what it had to prove: every helicopter-screech I dreamed of was […]
Poetry
Mar/Apr 2019
Ode to My Hair
Exotic, “omg so thick,” a rug, so to speak — black cortex, I can almost be beautiful with you. Once, mother snatched my split ends like newly acquired money and named […]