"when I / was young, girlhood was the loneliest lamppost, a / thing I looked at when I walked home alone at / night."

"Her words had stung a little. Maybe I was soft. But I hadn’t complained when she’d told me to pack a weekend bag after our third coffee date."

"The drawings consider the power and paradoxical hope of the wiped out, the smudged, the erased and rebuilt."

"Silence stays until next November when he coils and uncoils his fingers around the chain of survival, flirting with his own demise."

"Perhaps, alongside these vibrations of being, we can rest, mourn, be anxious and tired, cringe, dance, rot, fuck, crumble, ferment, fight."

"instead the man of my Man shall leave his and his and his flesh."

"The resulting form was a beautiful, expansive galaxy I’ve been calling a chaos."

"Inspired by the feeling of learning the name of a fish you will eat at dinner, while sitting in front of its tank."

"These poems depend on audience participation. They cannot happen without you."

"I believe in the holiness of the common & of worms. Also roly-polies."

"Every wall caved in / during the war; / brick and tradition / bored through our homes."

"A question my work is asking of the reader is do you want to be healed and how? How do you heal? Who do you walk alongside when you walk with your community?"

"Diasporic writers must use our privilege for good, especially the privileges we did not ask for but are nonetheless afforded by the nature of being in diaspora in the West."

"More than ever before, except for maybe when I was a kid, I allow myself to get to the blank page with excitement, hope, ambition, but not that much expectation or pressure."

"Writing was something that i held tight and as free of institutional compressions and extraction as i could, but in that grip, it wasn't growing."