Las Cruces, New Mexico
Who begged me to be here beneath fields of open sky,
Who begged me to be here beneath fields of open sky,
In this deluge, no Noah, no ark. Should some hidden truths reveal themselves
My grandmother was one of the women in the city that never grew old
bludgeoning heat. susurrus natal sounds
only heard in water.
“I write this from an unnumbered reread of Removal Acts.”
“I’ve wasted so much time assuming my own strangeness and how I might put others at ease. Whatever ecotone I live in—it is not the uncanny valley. It is a real and human place.”—Asa Drake
“You can think of words not just as tools for communication, but also as materials that you can play around with. And that’s probably one of the reasons why some of the wordplay became so prominent…”—Jack Saebyok Jung
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