That week a nazi knocked J.P. down/ at the pride parade. ICE agents ate at the restaurant before raiding its kitchen.

Translated from Korean by Giulia Ratti

and our bodies filled up like balloons and the concrete gave out beneath our feet

maybe nicknames are how we trick the wind
into sneaking travelers between realms

i think the issue is everyone
has been so beautiful in
every poem, everyone // except me.

Study is what you do with other people, Moten says.