Love Letter to M
It’s two in the morning, and I remember what my grandmother warned me about again and again: “It’s the hour of ‘ushimitsu doki.’”
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ReadWhy Are We Spiraling Around the Campfire?
The snake bites its tail in a desperate attempt to live, does so, and dies. / But it lives again and again, the story told over and over. -
Readfiebre de kilig
“to our descendants, this relic is for you too. to our qt ancestors, thank you for seeding me in these fertile ruins.” -
ReadFor the Moment
“How is it that my memories exist in English from a time before I knew that language?” -
ReadQuestions On When We’re Asked to See A Person & other poems
“Consider on the horizon: / Where are the persons made up in the language?”