(2013)
I found you at last. I do not need to see your face, or know your name. I just need to know that you were… that you came from the same place…
I was open to trying. I was open to overcoming, and I found you running away. I don’t know where to stand, to make you not afraid of me.
The first time I heard the word p… She slammed my head against the wa… And I stared straight back into t… Fuming with fire, scorching the ho… There was nowhere to run, nowhere…
First thought not about ethnicity, but rather, that someone could exist between identities, but society is constantly rejectin… Identity is spiky, it’s painful,
Ambivalence was taking the power b… Without ever looking back, but the… Ambivalence was the guilt preventi… was the same guilt I was taught to… Ambivalence was people calling me…
Sit awhile and play, refrain from… just long enough to sing, what mig… the cords in my brain, that connec… Don’t forget everything that made… before you were weak, and know, ev…
The leaves drop every fall, yes th… Their genetic residue, like a mill… marking the thousands fallen befor… The next of kin leaflets, bare the… Death is no escape from imperfecti…
The orange train screeched around the bend, carrying her. I knew I had to act quickly in my expressions of affection. I anticipated her every move,
I was home in Westwood. I was home in Camp Lejeune. I was home with one love. I failed at childhood; failed stat… Desperate for home anywhere I lay…
This hat that fits so snug and tig… This hat that lines my face just r… I stole it from the man in line. He was stuck in Tuxtla, I was fin… I found it first, these hats are r…
I cry alone cuse I don’t want you seeing me in… I’m addicted to this face of a Ma… and all the masculinity we taught… Rewriting the pain of war and brok…
I saw anger, justice, passion, eng… I saw despair, emaciation, dysphor… I saw shame, fear, desperation fl… I saw flat, emotionless, mirrors r… I saw provocation, hostility, infl…
Thunder rips dreams from sleep. The fitful heave themselves upon t… Lightening sears all eyelids open. The fitful heave themselves upon t… The voluminous sweat from the back…
full, cold-water, facial submersio… eyes closed, holding breath, the park bursts forth with green l… draping down from liberated trees, and yellow—brownish stains of moss…
She said: “Is there more to your… Is being a Marine not enough? I wanted to be a firefighter. I wanted to save people’s lives. I like manning the 50cal machine g…