April 2020
I wake up inside my fog, but no matter,
Good morning, Siri, I say, is it raining
in Berlin? Is it snowing in Mile End? Will I
need an umbrella today? Will I need a hat?
How long before a domestic jet pack is possible?
Should I apply sunscreen? Can you tell me
December 2017
I learned the secret of serenity
by waterboarding daffodils.
My Buddha is landfill.
My mantra choked
October 2014
On a hot day in Yongchun,
a girl is sent out to collect bitter leaves for dinner,
and in her chore, is suddenly graced divine.
Already blurred from the sun,
the mutation is taxing
and she discovers that
apotheosis involves a lot of sweat.
