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A black and white photo of a young Asian woman with dark hair parted on one side. She smiles imperceptibly.

From the Archives: Becoming Ghost

He says: I want it to smell / like the real thing. // The real thing / is a landscape // of work and death–– / the names of our ancestors // slack in our mouths, / just the art of loving // your family line enough / to reproduce it.


Image shows a close up of several differently colored river pebbles scattered across a white linen cloth. Sunlight shines from one corner, illuminating the stones.

Ode

I wanted to stay forever in / that rocking place.


Image shows a window in the center of a building. The light from the window is warm as orange light shines through pinkish curtains. Plants can be seen on the inside windowsill. The surrounding light in the image is dim and bluish gray. Leafless trees stand around the window, coated in snow. The building is made of light colored bricks. The top of a chain-link fence can be seen in the foreground.

Those Winter Evenings

I’d come home from campus in the blue-black / dim of dinnertime, the air pummeling me awake from the daze


Image shows a flock of several greyish black birds flying away towards the upper left corner. Many of them have their wings spread wide. The background is a solid greyish white sky.

So, After A While,

which made the poem / feel pretty far away, / though it was standing / in the middle of everything,