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Quilt Mini 2

When I was born I changed my mother’s hair (What happens to a body is a daughter’s fault).   I drank salt water mixed by a propellor On the back of a boat, Ate grapefruit my grandfather bought accidentally, Took a 500 a month stipend And some bullet points, Pushed on the doors I...

my first is perhaps the most foreign, yet it is the one of home. Cantonese. She lights the path forward, a promise of return, a call of the motherland beckoning us on. She brings home wayward sailors paddling peeling kayaks packed with families, Canadian-born. Almost at the shore, upset, upstart, unsure, the...

  you turn your head in the shower curve your neck, just so and let the water run down your cheek like a hand cupping your face a palm thrumming with the heartbeat of summer rain.   this is the part where you forget float on steam and the promise of a...

A collection of half-poems written when half-asleep   Have I Said Too Much?          Do not speak of it. We know what happens When things are spoken of.     Is it Salt or Am I Jesus?          Something in my hair I wonder what. Is it salt or am I Jesus? What’s the reason I float?  ...