An erasure poem taken from Page 55 of Bestiary (2020) by K-Ming Chang

When We Slur Our Own Waters

Three Poems:

+ Country Roads Between Fields That the Military Seized Will Take Me to the Ultimate Home
+ my own private nonexistence
+ pluto probably has a hole in his heart and we will never know

Three Poems

Thuzar's Door

"​When Thu told me we were the only ones who had each other’s backs and fronts and overs and unders, I flipped over and halved myself into lime slices. That was how over the moon I was— I wanted to season it and dine on it afterwards."

Sour Grilled Home for Dinner

The Pronoun Poem They Teach at Transsexual High

Barber on [] Island

self-portrait at nine in the morning reading letters my mirror sends me

A poem written after Qiu Miaojin and Larry Mitchell.

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"Hey, I asked, why did you come here? Earth’s belly really was dry, the kind of dryness that cracked soils meant for water. Earth had an open throat was their answer. 

Me? I questioned, and they looked star-dazed— what do you mean?"

t.r. san

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