P006 → Poetry
白沙
(published in thanatos review)
my home is missing the smell of baisha cigarettes and regret. i wonder if motherland dreams of the diasporic, if dreaming is synonymous with the hurt.
UNTIL DEATH DO US PART
homage to a tradition in which love and death walk hand in hand; light my cigarette so i can microdose death like a sickly child crawling home to mother — if death is yearned for,
where is the motherland?
shut up about poems and Pay Someone !
(not published anywhere)
i’ve got a Three Body Problem for u
(not published anywhere)