remedy

dipping my nose
into my cup of a hand
drawing hot water
up my nostrils

race

cab slushie

     I ran

so goddamn

hard to find 

     the three

of them 

    smoking

outside

snows on 

black suede

my Matsuda's

medium  
    small 

pinholes of light 

through fists

I admired her colors

all they could talk 

about was race

I knew I couldn't stay    

any longer, so I hightailed it

I threw in my white cards

I snubbed hugs unknowingly

being only concerned with myself

and my transparent vomit

which I took as don't worry

stalk

Isle of Islay
some other place
that I've never
been and then
in the step off
it was close to
        Ireland

missing a tooth
  and w/ a vape
     in my hand
writing out
the scotch gift
thanks Neilio

in such a case
I've prepared
the bean stalks again
to engulf me in
     spring
 instruments

to see the
wind wash
to tongue
tender gum
clamp down
on cotton

let
things stick
                to

my lips
   like fibers

let
myself learn
       to swim

hurt

What has come of the letters

she wanted, well

this may be it

don't carry yr ills

to postcard landscapes

piece it together

before the light goes

and comes again

dawn on fabric walls

of colors I have never seen

and may never see

least you can do

picking superstitions

from yr feet

and from stones

is to not think of me

in any capacity

hurt travels

tooth

and if I go
to prepare
a place for us

I will come back
with nothing
for myself

there is no hill on that corner
there is only a pile
of sand

what comes in language
bites down the crime
the criminality of it
smiling dentist

seeing my tooth being
rinsed by christine
who tells me
you look cool

I ask her
are you flirting with me
and she replies no

tamar hands me pills
in a packet, smiles
wishes me a good
rest of the day

joan

Krkk!
sharp stones
crunching under her and all her
ornaments, her suits, her chin

creak of leather
it's irresistible.

               -- To go.
No.

               -- To stay then.

This is no place to stay, Emerald Eyes.
But if left with no choice, come Tuesday.

*dusts hands

What you are
is that sword
by her hip

me day

didn't go to work
made a mess in bed
dog's ear over my eyes
damp heat

microwaving leftovers
from Sang Kee
water spinach, hung choi,
as in hollow
sweet pork chops
salt baked seafood

till my throat hurts

duv

the lost dove
the last dove
sits at bay
on its butt

two candles
different in height
casts three shadows
people who don't even

speak Chinese
being disappointed      in me
because I don't
read Chinese

today my first
birthday post
came from Po Chu
in         Hong Kong

from a curve
strikes my attention
from a slice of pear
gut hurts

safe ground no mimicking
stereo of being above a floor
thunds, then ders,
pipe clang yabber

finally,
  silence comes flushing
and out come  word,
 out come  poem
till the cow comes home

ataraxia

doey eyed
the entire
film

pineapple

I became disheartened

then I took to my poems, said

dole it out, the core of the pineapple

acidic is my heart, here

sometimes feeling a great bag

hanging in the air

in front of my face

when I turn to breathe

as food gets cold

the door shuts after my sister

the redness fades from me

when I hear her cough