New York (In response to today’s poem-a-day from Academy of American Poets)

I got inspired to write this poem after this poem-a-day from the Academy of American Poets. My poem is second and Jenny Xie’s poem is first. Naturalization Jenny Xie His tongue shorn, father confuses snacks for snakes, kitchen for chicken. It is 1992. Weekends, we paw at cheap silverware at yard sales. I am told…

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Feminism

You call one gender, anti-woman Plug filler, fiery demon, perennial beast You call man, abominable You love to abhor, after all that is one degree Beyond hate, and you call yourself The messiah of your kind Who was never nailed on a wooden table Or a spring mattress on a cheap hotel room You spit…

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