Poem (english)

My body is transgressive. My big hips, my thighs that rub together when I walk, my curly hair, and my dark eyes. They give me away as a ... → more

I am a dry desert—I withered away in grief for my Yahi chief. I am a dry desert, I withered away in pain, inflicted by the sun god. I ... → more

Poem (spanish)

Mi cuerpo es la tierra, firme pero suave. Carga y aguanta mucho peso de la vida. Carga mucho. Lucha cada día para sobrevivir. Mis múscu... → more

The air in my lungs feels toxic sometimes, like it hurts to breathe. The memories leave me gasping for air and with every breath that I ... → more

If my body is like the ocean, then it is vast and mysterious. There are unchartered quadrants, there is a curiosity to discover I can be ... → more