23 and You and Me

July 15, 2017

One look, one word
And I died everyday
I didn’t kiss you

Now, after 23 years

I still live
For one word, for one look
And for one kiss
To encode life
Into my 23 pairs

Decided: I Don’t Have To Die For You

Revenge Poem

Chairs Sat in a Line

And so, Chairs sat in a line that went around Into another line and came back around With us in them, in the conference room. I sideways to you, but half my heart, (Was it left ventricle, or the right one?) Already...

February 9, 2018

Her Secret

“Show me your house,” said she As soon as we opened the door Now, on the eighth day The house is empty Mute, quiet, refusing to Wave goodbye It was my house She arrived at But in her departure, She left our...

August 29, 2016

Reshma and Taipei

Why can't this beautiful girl be reason enough for me to live...?

July 14, 2018

Isn’t It Better to Be Me, Than to Be Her?

I write these poems imagining
That you are reading them
Which then makes me imagine
That you are seeing the heart of me

June 28, 2017

Tehachapi Pass Blues

I unpack my bags
Clean my dishes, wash my clothes
And write poetry
Pedantic as me,
Not fantastic as you

June 24, 2018

Broken begins with a B

Suddenly awake, head flooded with A painful “thud” that made me cringe in pain. Stupid alarm radio. Always does that. It began its song already, ignoring me. Sleep. It never comes to me free of images. Now...

April 21, 2018

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