Days and Nights

And every poem with 
     people is for them.
That’s how it began: you 
     and me.
How quickly I found myself 
     in the evening.

luam to her sibling

        —umbertide

Evolution

We grew into creatures with thumbs, an appetite for meat, large brain-cases to conjugate verbs: about to be, desiring to have been, wishing to have had the capacity . . .

Eastern Standard

leeplessness has annexed 
     the morning
Province by province and, 
     helpless, I

Can only watch the successive
     suns
Burn like villages. . . .

Portrait of the Alcoholic with Craving

I’ve lost the unspendable coin I
     wore around

          my neck that protected me
     from you, leaving it . . .

From “Their Names”

Two Poems

Flattened Children Are Inevitable

Pictures of Elk

Floating Island

Continuity

My White Feminism

Watch Us Elocute

Two Poems

Driving in the Downpour

Translated from the Korean by Don Mee Choi

Experience in Groups

Vagenesis

Three poems from ‘Make Yourself Happy’