The Burning of Paper Instead of Children (audio only)
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First having read the book of myths,
and loaded the camera,
and checked the edge of the knife-blade,
I put on
the body-armor of black rubber
the absurd flippers
the grave and awkward mask.
I am having to do this
not like Cousteau with his
1973
Untitled Document
not talk
about my country How
I’m from an optimistic culture
that speaks louder than my passport
Don’t double-agent-contra my
invincible innocence I’ve
got my own
2004
Whatever happens with us, your body
will haunt mine—tender, delicate
your lovemaking, like the half-curled frond
of the fiddlehead fern in forests
just washed by sun. Your traveled, generous thighs
between which my whole face has come and come—
the innocence and wisdom of the place my tongue has found there—
2016