There are, I think, a lot of love poems
and I wonder why we ignore redundancy
to thread our heart’s beatings
into a tapestry already hundreds of feet long;
Must be that human urge to
shout into the void
“I am here!”
For one flickering cosmic second
a hand to hold made you feel like you mattered.

I don’t want to go to Heaven anymore
because Heaven is an eternity
and I don’t want to be me for even a second more;
Not for all the bliss in the world.

It came like autumn
It was summer;
and then it wasn't.

I write a lot of poetry
when I have Math homework to do.
I did a lot of Math homework
trying not to think of you.

I’ve deleted a lot of poetry;
Oh, ruthless backspace button!
They’re still there, though, the words,
in the white space between my lines.

All I want to be is
a woman to behold
but I am a little girl
in tears again.

My body remembers yours
like the rains remember the soil
that they come back to, monsoon after monsoon.
sweet, alive kisses-
the beloved your lands always knew would return.
And one of these late nights
My angry tears will remember your name
as they did once before.