"I jump the fence at the park, / following echoes to twist and fall back / down, down, to sink beneath the waves, the sand, the snow closing over / eyes that don’t see, that aren’t here,"
"maybe because she was raised poor, / maybe because for the first decade of her life / mao ripped away her / expression, her roses, identity– / brainwashed, is the word she uses now, but // my mother keeps everything"
'City Blocks' is a series of translations that transpose image into text. Each poem is an evocation of an image, reimagining the city from visual data, rather than a poem about the experience of that place.
"There is a picture of the three/ Of us, skin showing only/ Around the eyes eyes and in/ Water-streaks on our legs."