Immigration Laws

We are
immigrants in our own skin,
flash-fire refugees
who get by with falsified papers,
fake IDs, and forged signatures.
If caught and found guilty
of a trespass
or transgression,
we pardon ourselves
in our native tongues,
language a placeholder
for the names
we were forced
to annul.

(Poem from the collection, Arclight.)

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Claim for the Meek

I do not want to see

the face of God.

I want to see her mask,

where

and for whom it cracked,

the causal history of lines and fissures;

want to trace,

with blind mute innocence,

the light quartered and drawn

in Braille, its grooves holding,

without strain or regret,

Mercy’s hidden inheritance.  

 
Poem from the collection, Arclight, available here.
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This Dreamed Life

Remember me
to the
ease of light,
its pause and passage,
we are not long
for this earth,
which swallows us,
and our lovetagged bones,
as a matter of natural course
and radical recomposition,
all the gifts,
and hopes unwound
like a carnival of kites
in a ghostfaced sky,
must be returned,
it is part of the deal,
the equalizer that rivets
the wonder wheel
to its own cyclical surge
and motion,
and I, bearing the privilege
of passenger,
for what amounts to a split second
between God’s inhale
and exhale,
cannot help but air
my epitaph,
with the utmost gratitude
and reverence,
for every dream that held me
bated and green,
for every sweetness and sorrow
that carved my interior
into a well-lighted cathedral,
where basking became my truest art
and devotion.

Photo by Josef Sudek

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Seating Arrangement

The girl in the chair
is no longer the girl in the chair,
she is neither here nor there,
she is always and forget-me-not,
soul-spray and glacial uproar
causing a siege,
she is the spidery patterns
of her exploded heart,
woven in to the ritual symmetry
of a fibrous arc,
where a girl once sat,
once upon a time, forever.

Installation by Izumi Yokoyama
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Please Sit Down

No sitters to tend,
solvent to its own winter,
if these floors could talk.

Installation by Izumi Yokoyama

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A Star is Born

Rending the cosmos,
to midwife its own star-seed,
to papoose night-bloom.

Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama

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Chain Reaction

Night swallowing its
own tale of snake swallowing
its own tail of night.

Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama

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Ties that Bind

Seven years later,
the pupa stage of marriage–
Who the hell are you?

Installation by Izumi Yokoyama

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Full Moon Rising

Howling, to contract
space for deeper emptying,
to swallow moons whole.

Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama

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Crow Medicine

How little they know,
of her flights beyond reason–
Her world, winged, widens.

Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama

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