I think of my hands as a tofu-press,
and dig into your skin a smidge harder...

can you calm the cold winds that howl
your name in the dark of night – when...

after the monsoons
puddle the red earth into clay...

when the sky blossoms mauve,
the words we marinated with...

I cram bits of the loneliness in letters—I...
stamp them, get dressed in a nice outfit, and make...

suddenly light,
and i think of your smile...

fixated on your protruding collarbones,
i swallow the evening sun, bathing in the...

i write of you on borrowed ink,
dream of you on stolen sleep...

consider the litany of beauty—
tonight, there is you, nestled in the fists of...

like a gentle breeze warmed by the sun,
you pour over me in a steady stream, constantly...

The pain is adjacent to love—it’s why it hurts...
Some odd years ago, I plucked courage like wild...

Who else would remember— their first night...
fluorescent tubes, and the lone waitress who...