The Shape of a Wound I’m almost certain it’s there, somewhere...

Not a tear fellFrom the old woman’s eyeAs she witnessed herDwelling set ablaze No tearEven whileGazing......

Metamorphosis As the fingers caress new leaves sprout out of the eyes weeping...

Flvctvat nec mergitvr I surrender my body to an ancient art, skilled hands marking...

Scars I let them be, as reminders of your futility, how you often hurl...

VA: In your collection, ‘I Will not Bear You Sons’, you’ve written about almost all forms......

I pulled the desert over my eyesand sank deep into the sandblood of tulips ran overmaking......

Full moon disappearsbehind the hilltwinkling starsfall as autumn leavesfrom an old chinarby the river they had......

When I was born, I took one quick look at you and thought, here we go......

silent waters —holding the achebeneath blood moon —fury of high tidesin his eyes torn apartpiece by......