Over many rooftops the world glitters for us, in a sky bereft of ancestors.
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Sun, Suna, Sunaofying
if I split / a word in half, send it // across borders, if it finds / a suffix, and transforms /
to meaning: in my mouth
Terraces
He did not tell me he eyed the new satellite /
and imagined rolling him in the /
valleys of his fingers.
Small Nightmares I Dream In A Foreign Country
I thanked the scissors, / cut the thread I had woven between continents, / families, the uneven fingers of life / and slept with it under my pillow.
