Postcolonial love poem

Postcolonial love poem

Blood-light

These hands, if not Gods

Catching copper

From the desire field

Manhattan is a lenape word

American arithmetic

They don't love you like I love you

Skin-light

Run'n'gun

Asterion's lament

Like church

Wolf OR-7

Ink-light

The mustangs

Ode to the beloved's hips

Top ten reasons why Indians are good at basketball

That which cannot be stilled

The first water is the body

I, minotaur

It was the animals

How the milky way was made

Exhibits from The American water museum

Isn't the air also a body, moving?

Cranes, mafiosos, and a polaroid camera

The cure for melancholy is to take the horn

Waist and sway

If I should come upon your house lonely in the west Texas desert

Snake-light

My brother, my wound

Grief work.