“Discipline”, “Survey on Female Occupational Injuries in a Fishing Village”, and “Goddess Transformation”
When the epiphyllum buds reached peak bloom, petals everywhere began to fall. They began to fall like rain.
On the “impossible archive,” the historical and future queer imaginary of a “lesbian cultural archive” and Grandma’s Girlfriends 阿媽的女朋友
An Introduction
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
once, / before the stars & stripes, / we traced stripes across / the stars to steer us / home.
We reveled in the way our unlikely friendships disturbed the world around us. In each other’s bodies, we found joy and brotherhood.
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
The better half of her four decades of life were marked by the ebbs and flows of relapse and remission, either sick, or about to be. Remission is life with an asterisk; conditional.
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.
It didn’t bother him that he attracted, and was attracted to, people of the same gender—all of this felt perfectly natural to him.
I feel satisfied, triumphant, knowing I have loved the original donut well, though maybe it was only its glaze that I recognized.
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.
The sea’s sunlit hues, the model-like beach goers that crowd the snack bar, the fruit from the south that tastes of the earth—they are totally unremarkable to her.
[we/ ] bombed them, because [ /they] bombed us.
a star falls on someone else’s city because it’s just a shooting star.
I don’t know what to tell you except that children are cruel and her emails were hilarious.
When the epiphyllum buds reached peak bloom, petals everywhere began to fall. They began to fall like rain.
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.
On the “impossible archive,” the historical and future queer imaginary of a “lesbian cultural archive” and Grandma’s Girlfriends 阿媽的女朋友
It didn’t bother him that he attracted, and was attracted to, people of the same gender—all of this felt perfectly natural to him.
An Introduction
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.
I feel satisfied, triumphant, knowing I have loved the original donut well, though maybe it was only its glaze that I recognized.
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.
We reveled in the way our unlikely friendships disturbed the world around us. In each other’s bodies, we found joy and brotherhood.
The sea’s sunlit hues, the model-like beach goers that crowd the snack bar, the fruit from the south that tastes of the earth—they are totally unremarkable to her.
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.
The better half of her four decades of life were marked by the ebbs and flows of relapse and remission, either sick, or about to be. Remission is life with an asterisk; conditional.
I don’t know what to tell you except that children are cruel and her emails were hilarious.