Poetry

Shut up, shut up, shut up I don’t care about Myself, the grades, the money I care about the time.    Mama Mariquita died at 83 years old That’s how much time I have Scratch that— Her memories began to dwindle at 78. Now, that's how long I have left.   So,...

I’m a female dog According to this minor,  At the edge of adulthood, Teenage disaster. Girls Are broken down to their  scientific term; female Cause that’s all they are To him. A biological mess Of pheromones and hormones. To this minor, major inconvenience, It’s...

1.1) Abuela’s room is coated in crosseswhile La Virgen María holds vigilover dreams and gradual forgetting.On Sundays she drags me to salvation between gold-clinking grandmothersand sweating stone columns; I fixateon Jesus flayed holy, stained crimson,and find gory to...

            Cordova, Alaska (unceded land of the Eyak)   There is no word for goodbye  in Athabascan, you tell me, because we never leave each other. Or is it because here  I haven’t once seen the sun  actually set, and you can’t convince me anything tastes...

I pray to his god and don’t wonder if he prays for me, too. I am not seeking devotions answered, I need what comes with believing: The comfort and reassurance that you have the capacity to love. I would cast a thumbworn agate towards the lake-floor of Superior if that...