the 11th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences
this attic reeks
of smoke, sweat, and beer...
I write
a resume in a language
my father can't read
Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013
A Room of My Own: New Slogan and Old Face Tanka
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the walls plastered
with this new slogan
*care over cuts ...*
the same old face blurs
in the gathering dusk
