The poem as translation, the star collapsing on itself, a collective locus for brightness in the infinitude of space has potential for renewal outside the bounds of copyright.

I needed to turn the words of the oppressors against them, to somehow find within the original language an act of resistance, a betrayal of the idea of superiority, and to pull out the seed of justice buried so deeply within the injustice.

This series of poems began with the idea of a twin Earth lost on the other side of the sun, eclipsed, antipodal.

When I think about how to write about bodies, it seems negligent to only speak of one or to do so speaking alone. I felt that desire to see and reach others when I wrote “What Grows Inside,” and tried to make space for those other voices and experiences.