Well No One Ever Said Breeding Was Easy
Three Poems Translated from the Russian
Like a Gift Passed Between Us | Sonogram
Being Addicted to Crack and Finding Yourself Alone | and other poems
Mothers | Weather Patterns
This Body | Patience
While the Catholics Were Trying to Pray the Jew Away | Tet
For L, To Depart | and other poems
“That DNA test is just water cooler hype, babe,” she chides, “you know, like TikTok challenges”. . .
After school, I’d head to the arcade first. That was my real home. I never got into games like Dad did, but I liked getting my hands in the machines, figuring out how they worked. . .
Sometimes Alice dreams she’s wearing Jennifer’s face. . .
Born in amethyst caves, Lilymutts spend the first six months of life chiseling armor from stone. . .
At the back of the hallway closet is a leather jacket. It belongs to your dad, she says. . .
I was healthy and suddenly, not—an odyssey one sentence short. . .
Varalaxmi Vratam, a festival perhaps more important in our Andhra family than Diwali. On this day, our suburban New Jersey home transforms into our homeland. . .
I’m an expert at watching from afar—in admiration and disgust. . .
Her motto would have to be I’m what matters and nothing else concerns me. She doesn’t try to alter what’s out of her hands. . .