More things fall from the sky now.

By Chi Siegel
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Poetry

ARAB AMERICAN scowls. bares teeth. bares/ ARAB TEETH.

Poetry

You wanted to talk about big / concepts like love as though they’re worth anything.

Poetry

The story gets its sweetness from the detail of catastrophe

Poetry

Treasure, treasury, / treachery.

Poetry

I miss tea eggs from the convenience store: / a vat of liquid, warm pebble in hand.

Poetry

to dream of a red-crested / cardinal inside some kind of henhouse.

Poetry

Walking in the predawn, syncopal / heat we revert to the guttural old / tongue.

Poetry

In a day, we’d hope to / be more alive.

Poetry

The memories of springs and summers blend, fade, / like lyrics, movie scenes, people I never really knew.

Poetry

It was not my choosing / to be my grandma’s living heirloom.

Poetry

In Japanese, chizu is the word for map. In a sentence:/ Nihon no chizu wa arimasu ka?

Poetry

Skin too is a passport. 

Poetry

That my country always expects me to audition for my life, / I accepted as fact.

Poetry

These women / discarding clothing   discarding accoutrements   discarding [    ]   discarding

Poetry

Where there is need / there is devotion.

Poetry

All you need for fortune is just a roof over your head

Poetry

In my right hand, a monsoon to rain the year away / In my left, a poem to wash yourself clean.

Poetry

Fear had carried my life, / and I was still afraid.

Poetry

ARAB AMERICAN scowls. bares teeth. bares/ ARAB TEETH.

Poetry

You wanted to talk about big / concepts like love as though they’re worth anything.

Poetry

In Japanese, chizu is the word for map. In a sentence:/ Nihon no chizu wa arimasu ka?

Poetry

The story gets its sweetness from the detail of catastrophe

Poetry

Skin too is a passport. 

Poetry

Treasure, treasury, / treachery.

Poetry

That my country always expects me to audition for my life, / I accepted as fact.

Poetry

I miss tea eggs from the convenience store: / a vat of liquid, warm pebble in hand.

Poetry

These women / discarding clothing   discarding accoutrements   discarding [    ]   discarding

Poetry

to dream of a red-crested / cardinal inside some kind of henhouse.

Poetry

Where there is need / there is devotion.

Poetry

Walking in the predawn, syncopal / heat we revert to the guttural old / tongue.

Poetry

All you need for fortune is just a roof over your head

Poetry

In a day, we’d hope to / be more alive.

Poetry

The memories of springs and summers blend, fade, / like lyrics, movie scenes, people I never really knew.

Poetry

In my right hand, a monsoon to rain the year away / In my left, a poem to wash yourself clean.

Poetry

It was not my choosing / to be my grandma’s living heirloom.

Poetry

Fear had carried my life, / and I was still afraid.