We are always looking for something to cure us of the pain of being made of fallible meat.

The Chetrams were from Trinidad and listened to Bollywood music on the weekends. They were good, hardworking people. Their kids were polite. They were not Muslims as far as their neighbors could tell, since Chetram liked Miller Lite and the daughter wore high-waisted shorts in the summer. It was not polite to inquire.

Transpacific Passage through my Hungers

I wake up famished
after dreaming of my Halmuni.
Her sturdy hands spooning galbijjim
into wooden bowls. At first light, I Godzilla
Google maps for every

The first time I went to Paris, I was seventeen and stayed with a man who was thirty-three, Sylvain.

My child could draw that.

So Mom didn’t come with us to the grocery
store, but she insisted when a box of Grape Nuts
or Popsicles tasted off it was because we hadn’t
selected the box behind the first, that hiding
in the

It sat in my wallet while I made out with a guy during the “Josie and the Pussycats” movie

I never mixed meth with hooking. Not once. I didn’t want to ruin it! (Meth, I mean.)

Be sure it's not wrapped...

When the first billionaire exploded I was at the drive-thru with my dad.

"Ryan" and "LMGTFY"

...not enough steroids, / the wrong steroids... 

It takes falling in love, staying there...

It’s August in Manhattan when we both decide to leave. You accept a job in LA and my boyfriend packs my life in a U-Haul and drives it to our new apartment together in Pittsburgh. 

When I toss

...How to say / hello without breaking / stride...

The funeral home gave me a special calendar to keep track of the Yahrzeit until 2034, but after that I will be on my own.

It is a miraculous thing, this audible sun.

o lion mane and petalled armore, / you sweet corona of twist & curl...

Something about a synaptic neurotransmitter. You won’t really understand. 

His voice, crisp like apple vodka, poured into the September air.

Fruitfly [64], [76], and [77]

But to write We thought is a fiction.
We always felt that…the moment you write this phrase, you have lied.

I ask you to toss me something heavier than your name
to hold, less perishable than the peonies stolen
fresh as bruises.

I looked up at Rudy, his back hitting the air like a ruler. The mind is an act of balance, he said, looking at me. It is a lever for the body.

Our hypothetical date tomorrow is at a show for the band Tennis. I have never heard of them, but I trust him. I say I will work my magic to get us in.

I’ve been told by plenty of people in this first year of parenthood that having a child is like having your heart outside your body. This always sounds to me like a horcrux.