I am trying to imagine my new life when I am returned to the place of my parents’ birth.

By Megan Pinto
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Poetry

I am trying to imagine my new life when I am returned to the place of my parents’ birth.

Poetry

Now it’s raining and I’m sixteen and unlicensed.

Poetry

There are few men who will communicate with you in all the languages you know.

Poetry

I have built my new tongue from old corpses.

Poetry

As if it were instinct, you held tightly
to a slim bar of sunlight

Poetry

Turns out it, too, wanted
to know more than what the body can do.

Poetry

when i called him a callas lover ` of coz i meant careless

Poetry

What time the young man’s life ended, no one knows.

Poetry

“jota de manila” and “i recognize the silhouette”

Poetry

I’ve never seen my therapist
wear his winter coat outside

Poetry

you choose to put yourself beneath its flag

Poetry

I once lost my name in a pyre

Poetry

Ringu (1998)” and “Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022)”

Poetry

their oceanic smell that screams where they come from instead of where they are carried to

Poetry

I could make it alone
but I don’t want to.

Poetry

God I loved every one of those pigs we ate.

Poetry

birds are a scimitar waiting

Poetry

now, don’t be fooled
flying isn’t easy

Poetry

Are they happy?
Who knows?

Poetry

I am trying to imagine my new life when I am returned to the place of my parents’ birth.

Poetry

you choose to put yourself beneath its flag

Poetry

Now it’s raining and I’m sixteen and unlicensed.

Poetry

I once lost my name in a pyre

Poetry

There are few men who will communicate with you in all the languages you know.

Poetry

Ringu (1998)” and “Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022)”

Poetry

I have built my new tongue from old corpses.

Poetry

their oceanic smell that screams where they come from instead of where they are carried to

Poetry

As if it were instinct, you held tightly
to a slim bar of sunlight

Poetry

I could make it alone
but I don’t want to.

Poetry

Turns out it, too, wanted
to know more than what the body can do.

Poetry

God I loved every one of those pigs we ate.

Poetry

when i called him a callas lover ` of coz i meant careless

Poetry

What time the young man’s life ended, no one knows.

Poetry

birds are a scimitar waiting

Poetry

“jota de manila” and “i recognize the silhouette”

Poetry

now, don’t be fooled
flying isn’t easy

Poetry

I’ve never seen my therapist
wear his winter coat outside

Poetry

Are they happy?
Who knows?