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By Sharon Lin
I prefer the way I feel
in the old country
someone tweeted. Timeline of nations
to nations. I mean
something must be wrong if I need
to be seen. Asks the gynecologist, open
please. I only want
to reveal myself once. Etymology is too slow
for change. At least Chang Le started
a floodplain
with my ancestors’ gutturals ricocheting off the Hudson River
like fish. Yeye tosses in his bucket, tells me
in that dialect he speaks
for respect. I have nothing here
but thoughts
Li Bai writes. Everything talks.
Everyone.
Source: Poetry (October 2025)