Feb 15

A frostbitten moon

In my dreams
a frostbitten moon feels warm
and lemon blossoms
scent the air

People ride
on origami paper cranes
and the roads are paved with sandstone
implanted with seaglass

In my dreams
everyone lives
in brightly colored birdhouses
up in trees with
strands of marbles glittering
in their branches

Vendors sell fresh orange slices
dipped in honey
and tissue paper flowers
bloom at night while
people dance with their soulmates

In my dreams
there are long sandy beaches
lined with turquoise water
and coated with honeysuckle blooms
There is no sky
the sun and stars hang
and the snow that falls
is any color you want it to be

There is no climate change
no racism
no fossil fuels
no hunger

In my dreams
Jan 04

What Happened Yesterday

What happened yesterday
It broke me a little
my identity

used to be proud to be an American
used to be proud
of what a strong country we were
I don't know what to feel
except shame
and fear

The past year
was already crazy enough
I was glad
for 2021
A new start! 
I thought

What happened yesterday
broke me a little

Our country
is called the 
United States
So tell me then
why are we so split apart?

And storming the Capital!
It's not going to change
who becomes President
It's still going to happen

went to a store today to
buy groceries
The boy who checked my things out
asked me how I was
I told him good although
maybe I should have been more honest
Told him I'm
but in the worst way possible
Jan 04

In the afterlife

In the afterlife
we live in a place
filled with swirling
silk clothed dancers
light on their feet
around trees dripping
with white Christmas lights

We drink green tea while
petals from cherry trees 
blow around us
we all hear the same music
but it never sounds the same twice

In the afterlife
we sleep in open air houses
white gauzy curtains billowing
in the lavender wind
colorful cushions
scattered all through the house

We fly kites with
long streamer tails
against the sunset
and drink moonlight
from water lilies

In the afterlife
everyone talks in colors
walks cobblestoned streets
lined with blooming apple trees
and clear canals

The rain smells like wild blueberries
and the thunderstorms over the
dark evergreen mountains
like crushed ginger

In the afterlife
Dec 01


On the subway
I am
just another face for
peoples eyes to skim over

another person sitting
on a worn peeling
tangerine colored seat
under flickering
fluorescant lights

On the subway I
blend into the grey
breathe in
breathe out

next to an old woman
wearing a faux purple coat
purple like
mourning doves and crocusts
purple like amethyst crystals
the color of sad

Next to me
a man in a blue vest
head topped 
with a black bowler hat
gazing at a crinkled photo of
a little girl holding a flower
beaming a sunny grin
The subway sways
breathe in
breathe out

Across from me
two women

with a giant black afro
wearing huge aquamarine headphones
Nov 20

Cherry lollipop

In the past
it was all

Frizzy halo
cotton candy sweet smile
glitzy tutus and
chalk on stone path
cherry lollipops and

In the present
it's all

Long long
sleek hair
no more cotton candy smile

now it's candied
sparkling tutus are 
it's crop tops
tight jeans now
You have replaced 
with spraypaint
swapped stone paths
for everything

In the past
things were like

Wheels on the bus and
butterfly wings
my little pony 
princess chapstick

Baby fat and
cherub cheeks
everyone thought
you were so cute
wanted to hold you

In the present
things are like

All curves and cleavage
Nov 09



Thistle down
and lavender
wind like
dragonfly wings softly
kissing my face

The shy butterfly sunlight
so timid
in the morning
now boldly touching everything
one last time
ribboning its golden tendrils
through my already
redgoldautumnpink hair
turning me
just for a moment
into one of its
fire dipped butterflies


Sky is painted now
in shades of
creamy avacado insides
carribean blue nail polish

Skeleton trees no longer casting shadows
they are the shadows
stars one by
blipping into existence
natural christmas lights
arranged in
intimate patterns
for artists to re-create


In my room
fingering the seaglass ornanment
hanging from the ceiling and 
causing me to 
rocky beaches
Nov 09

Sighs of relief

The U.S and I 
breathe together tonight,
a huge sigh of
grasping that

we are going to be okay.

The stars
look brighter tonight
than they have
in the past
four years,
having been dimmed by
fear and
homeless souls,
and the smoke of
lost hope.

Feel pride now.
Kamala Harris:
Asian American
Vice President.

with Biden,
a President who actually cares
about more than himself
and money,
a President who cares
about climate change,
the well being of other people,
a President who does not see skin color,
only people for who they really are,
who is not unkind to LGBTQ,

a President who will take care of us
with a strong female at his side.

Nov 05


The first time I saw you
I didn't really see you
hardly even noticed you
my mind busy
with other things
things like
staying six feet away from other people 
how much food we bought
I didn't pay attention to you
the sandy haired boy
working the cash register
on a friday in hannafords

I only found out later
from my mom
that you had seen me
and stopped moving 
only to realize my mom
was watching this 
and started bleeping through our groceries
still sneaking glances at me

long after we left
long after you helped my little sister
buy candy for her friend
long after mom complimented you
Do you know what I did 

when I found out what had happened?

I laughed
to cover up my disappointment
Nov 04


I wonder sometimes
about you

How your voice sounded
if you had smile lines
around your eyes

If your favorite food was soup
just like mine is

What color you were
turquoise maybe
or forest green

I wonder sometimes
about you

If you would have found me funny
thought I was beautiful

I have no pictures of you
no clues about you
I can only wonder

What your favorite thing to do was
if your eyes were bluegreengreybrownblue
just like mine are

My mom used to tell me
whenever I accidentally
let a balloon go
that you were sitting up there
in the violetgrey sky
on a throne made of clouds
waiting to catch
my lonely balloon

I really truly believed that
so I'd write all over
the balloons I got
things about myself
Oct 27