Atlanta, USA
This is what it looks like. To be moving in
every direction at once.
Punching through July heat
I must have lost my keys. Kicked in the door
and locked it behind me. Another session.
Computer therapy.
To be vast in every sense of the word. That’s right, I made it.
Look mom, all the things I couldn’t tell you behind dad’s back.
I tell my students: This is how you write your memories.
Take notes, I know what I’m doing.
Did I say that right?
America, America. Please listen. I am not human.
You heard it here first. Put it on your timeline. Come get
your race-card. Tell me I’m wrong.
Broke the couplet pattern. Had my usual nightmare
I was drowning in a glass tank. Am I doing this right?
Atlanta, what happened that night? Six Asian women
murdered while half the world slept. Fuck it.
I’m staying inside until white men get their shit together.
K-pop is on the rise. I got those blue eyes on me.
BTS doing God’s work if he ever did any.
My face on the stage while our sisters are
being slain. Look dad, I made it.
You were right when you said writing makes
no sense. Six Asian women dead.
I guess it was a really bad day
for him. He was a victim of addiction.
America, please listen. I am not human.
You heard it here again.
