Ghazal: This Winter
The light is gone and not returning soon this winter.
In scarcely fifty years the foxes turned by increments to dogs.
[…] I understand that China has no use for my affections. They will not save me from what many in this country see as the unforgivable fact of my foreignness, my blackness. Most pressingly, these affections will not save any of us from the long-term effects that exposure to this environment is having on our bodies.