Dào

by Nasrin Lin  Think about / the allure in being vulgar this walking banyan freak flooded to the brim / a barbiturate-assemblage self-tentacled / goddess of the swamp call me Nüwa / so I can sing myself a song and mold a choir out of recurring dreams / a pillar from the five elements / in my own image transmembering into a song this procreant … Continue reading Dào