September 15, 2020
rises, bloodied, and breathing and begins walking as if in hope. / of being heard.
rises, bloodied, and breathing and begins walking as if in hope. / of being heard.
paperless people / of the earth say,
/ “this place is mine, / can you not see we birthed it?”
Facing my father’s Indian American fantasies
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