For eleven / years I lied about where I’m from, / ashamed by the music of endings, // that deep hollow bell. How much of my yearly / tax is spent to bomb the dirt / that birthed me?, is a question // I never wanted to consider.
Asian American Writers’ Workshop
112 W 27th Street, Suite 600
New York, NY 10001
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