April 2021

Now that I’m out of the woods,
now that I’m pursued
by different wolves,...

Father holds up a cloud, a glowing, seething archive, vibrating with code, a book with everything in it, and says beti: from this, you will translate our history.

There is another me in a parallel universe lunging in warrior asana, with...

1.

Thriving roses at Chautauqua, wilting
desert here. I am trying to live,
trying to keep alive

2.

two dozen plants, one cat, one human.
Grass pokes through the beds
but nothing in the bald patches.

3.

All I remember of García Márquez
is the woman flying away. O porch
string...