"rendition of justice, unprovoked and unasked to be / sacrificial hero with less"

"I dream within the confines of my sixteen-inch screen, mouse-scrolling and clicking in my sleep."

"Aren’t we like this seedling? Constantly budding through a land that has been broken into pieces."

"but too you ran scissors / up and down the powerlines / so the calls never made sense  /until the static of ashes proved / my mother right"

"my flowers have obituaries with names that don't match them and goodbyes that are wrong."

"No hables con her sobre this subject / Porque part of me is scared to complicate / Our memories compartimo"

“I can’t separate my experience of being raised by gay people from my experience of being raised by people who watched a lot of their friends die young."

"to our descendants, this relic is for you too. to our qt ancestors, thank you for seeding me in these fertile ruins."

"Our plan had been to wait until the next time we visited to tell them we would be moving in together, but I also had my own discreet plan."

"How is it that my memories exist in English from a time before I knew that language?"

"I near-remember and sometimes dream of standing in the morning shadow of this large looming thing, where even my hand in my mother’s feels cold."

"Long live the time beneath minerals, beneath runways and concrete and stainless steel docks."

"A tree’s wounds never heal, he reminds me, another fact from another day."

"A line is a crack asserting itself / The starred edges of a scar flare under my skin’s continuity"

"My recklessness can fit on one hand: the divine is reserved for the thumb."