jan 6 2023

behind on writing, line breaks confuse me

all along i'm locating my mind

i cannot lineate it

except there, in the piled dishes

from two-days ago's dinner

and also here, in the manic

swirl of my sudden impulse for re-

arranging furniture, and also, 

in this queer fiction book, and there on the poster map

of the world in my friend's dining room

how i recently came to realize europe

is not a continent at all, but just

a small part of eurasia, and we discuss this,

the white way of drawing lines 

in our minds, my friend and i question

the language of migration, refugee, ex-patriot

how we are not american but america

is a small part of us, in the exterior, map making

way, how our people's stories, the grandmothers,

the aunties, cannot be located here in these lines--

call them borders, call them countries, states--

but in our minds, and in our minds, too,

we can hardly locate them at all