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The narrow clearing down to the river
I walk alone, out of breath

my body catching on each branch.
Small children maneuver around me.

Often, I want to return to my old body
a body I also hated, but hate less

given knowledge.
Sometimes my friends—my friends

who are always beautiful & heartbroken
look at me like they know

I will die before them.
I think the life I want

is the life I have, but how can I be sure?
There are days when I give up on my body

but not the world. I am alive.
I know this. Alive now

to see the world, to see the river
rupture everything with its light.




—POETRY Magazine, 2017


—POETRY Magazine, 2017



—BuzzFeed, 2017

"Notes on Staying"

—The Offing, 2016

White Boy Time Machine: Software

—Guernica, 2016


—The Paris-American, 2015


—Vinyl, 2014


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