poem: untitled

In forsaking the ability to change,
they diminish their capacity for hope.
—Kathleen Norris, “Dakota”

What must it feel like
to not be somebody’s first love?

I’m sick of being angry.
My therapist said this
is part of grief.

I always know I’m home when
I don’t feel Asian enough
for anyone on social media.

I’m afraid to write.
“You must trust the reader.”

Thank you for listening to my silence.

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