Video calling my long-distance lover

To think that tonight

we are awash
in the magnetic radiation 
of love whispering wirelessly between
quarantined cities
at the speed of light.

We are not alone tonight.

We are waves of skin
endlessly churning
in an invisible ocean of emotion.
Enveloped in intimacy,
we inhale 
love letters. 

ink blots.

 the lack of a person
streams in like streetlight 
through barred windows

casting shifting
Rorschach shadows
on papery beds

redemption

oh, to be lost and then
to be found by netflix

no one succeeds like "early
investor in facebook", none
warm the heart and mesmerize
like prodigal prodigies

conscience is a parachute
activating only when

jumping off of vesting cliffs 

The subaltern only speaks in accents

there are many ways to create brown -

California sky-blue mixed 

with Princeton-orange, or 

vermillion mingling like tears

with dreams 

of green pastures

the arc of brown representation is long

but it refracts through a prism,

bends towards accent-less beige - 

the diaspora confuses 

its dais for a stage,

milk for honey

for some lucky ones are born American,

some achieve Americanness (dyeing passports),

but mostly we have America thrust upon us

through dinner screens that are still

only skinny mirrors; there are colors

and then there are colours

Blog Update

Hello, sorry for taking down pieces, I'm going to start publishing stuff here again. 

It was feeling like I was talking to a void, and the blog felt like an additional hassle to maintain. But people reached out saying that they missed this blog, which felt... good. 

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