Of my heart, / my eyes. I stole your bifocals and we crashed into /
the kitchen table and all you could see was sunlight.

Together we are the best pretenders.

say desire, say cinder, say Pulau Pinang, my home

“Silence” and “Contending with ‘You’ After You Are Gone”

“Anthill,” “Jericho,” and “Tofino”

I speak with the weight of / hours left on this side of the pacific

Locheequat, fruit of the non-doing.

I was struck by the world I tasted—woods, Baja California granite, the winter of the grapes’ growth.

Translated from the Persian

A notebook on alchemy, memory, and sensation

An erasure of the Punjab Protection of Women against Violence Act 2016

Translated from the Chinese

Only thought the smell of jasmine tasted like smoke.

I have done it again, crossing / outside the frame into / some brave, new world

Translated from Hanja (Old Korean) to Hangul (modern Korean) and then English

I am only the height and width of a girl. 

There is a waxing // for every waning.

After Rebecca Lindenberg

Translated from the Persian

we dig / holes into the ground, fill them with dirt / from another shore, call it home.