A conversation with Julie Otsuka
If you play, you wish to be innocent. If you do not, you submit to empires.
I had loved, fathered, and given up
on my dreams in this otherness
She makes the most beautiful cakes with her hands, my mother. They’re never too sweet.
For all the Palestinians on hunger strikes in Israeli prisons
i watch you watch the news, that a body/ prepared for burial is measured at the elbows, and/ worry.
one leftover lychee from last night’s mimosaing, mimosaed decadence
You lived in this body and
ripped the wallpaper out.
If men are the first to leave, why do families still beg their gods to have sons?
By morning, everything fizzled.
If you play, you wish to be innocent. If you do not, you submit to empires.
one leftover lychee from last night’s mimosaing, mimosaed decadence
You lived in this body and
ripped the wallpaper out.
I had loved, fathered, and given up
on my dreams in this otherness
She makes the most beautiful cakes with her hands, my mother. They’re never too sweet.
For all the Palestinians on hunger strikes in Israeli prisons
If men are the first to leave, why do families still beg their gods to have sons?
By morning, everything fizzled.
i watch you watch the news, that a body/ prepared for burial is measured at the elbows, and/ worry.