“Placebo” and “Party Ghost”

On every grave, for saint or for sinner, grows a green garden

We chase each other through the murmuration.

aku laju ke masa yang nun | I continued to the time over yonder

A triptych

the peaks of this memory
sharpen

they get melanoma to look just like me

How your sound fills/ pockets.

I lowered into the well—/ consented to living as someone else for a while

“How To Evaluate A Family Genealogy” and “Men of Might”

there is no god but the God you can call with a bruised mouth 

I grow, I decay, darkness comes, lightness comes

auspicious tree roots
Rather than waste energy
told a new story

राई का दाना इतना छोटा होता है
The seed of the mustard is so small

When the fire mouths Oh Oh Oh I know what it means.

But I came into the world with this full head of hair.

The punishment of the oppressor is that they are denied poetry.

I am here. I am walking/ as a person, breathing.

can fishbones/ protect us from the sun?