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only male feet can bring luck.
An old, angry knot expanded in my throat.
This year he predicts our lives will twist inside out.
From now on Fridays will be for happy news. No one has anything to say.
Black seeds spill like clusters of eyes, wet and crying.
Water, water, water everywhere making me think land is just something I once knew
Mother says, People share when they know they have escaped hunger. Shouldn’t people share because there is hunger?
Just like that Mother amends our faith, saying all beliefs are pretty much the same.
Whoever invented English must have loved snakes.
People living on others’ goodwill cannot afford political opinions.
Whoever invented English should be bitten by a snake.
I study the dictionary because grass and trees do not grow faster just because I stare.
Would be simpler if English and life were logical.
Mostly I wish I were still smart.
All my life I’ve wondered what it’s like to know someone for forever then poof he’s gone.
I thought so, despite her own rule Mother can’t help yearning for Father any more than I can help tasting ripe papaya in my sleep.
Whoever invented English should have learned to spell.
How can I explain dragonflies do somersaults in my stomach whenever I think of the noisy room full of mouths chewing and laughing?
No one would believe me but at times I would choose wartime in Saigon over peacetime in Alabama.
Oh, my daughter, at times you have to fight, but preferably not with your fists.
