Poems from mxiao
Dear Mom.
On days like this
when I can’t get out of bed to go to school,
it’s not because I just don’t want to go to school.
I know how...
To the boy who said
“Sorry, but you look really Chinese”:
Well.
Hate to break it to you,
but I am Chinese.
And what was that “sorry”...
1.
There are peacock feathers in the kitchen
and the mirror’s broken in the bathroom.
A cold hand brushes my shoulder
as I walk by the...
The staccato beat of your heart
feels like thunder in my ears.
It’s like horses and carriages
are pounding away at the dirt inside of you...
1.
If you scrape away the dirt,
the granite,
the roses the color of blood on pavement,
it was closed casket, by the way
you find a girl...