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Customs

Customs

Ma’am, does your luggage contain any agricultural plant or animal species?

Do my roots count?

My home is a diaspora
No longer “the” diaspora… 65 more words

Poems (maybe Poetry, Too)

Finding Softness

The skin on her hands peeled in small flakes, hesitant to fall.
Amongst the flakes were small wounds, spots of dried blood.
In the few spots missing both flakes and wounds, the skin was pink. 33 more words

Poems (maybe Poetry, Too)

I Almost Said (It’s okay to cry.)

The visitor’s chair had sheets on it
So I sat down on her walker.
I asked what I always ask first (How is your day going?) 152 more words

Poems (maybe Poetry, Too)

Poetry Reading of "Telling Tales"

Telling Tales

I am unsure how much you are willing to know.
How will you know me? (what will I say)
Will you be willing? (what will you hear) 56 more words

Poems (maybe Poetry, Too)

Before and After Missing Now

Before
I lost myself in myself,
I didn’t know I had to look.

Before,
I lost myself in myself
And made up a map to feel in place. 25 more words

Poems (maybe Poetry, Too)

Telling Tales

I am unsure how much you are willing to know.
How will you know me? (what will I say)
Will you be willing? (what will you hear) 57 more words

Poems (maybe Poetry, Too)

Melting Point, Freezing Point

She is stuck between two worlds, in a perpetual transition phase that never seems to end. If only life had a clear-cut schedule of categorical time periods. 188 more words

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