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To Be Titled, 2019 - ongoing




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Creation, 2019
Creation, 2019
Upon her last breath,
her flesh turned into soil,
her blood ran rivers,
her hair grew forests,
and her eyes became the blazing sun;
night falls whenever she closes her eyes.
We refuse to name her god,
So we call her Mother.



My mother clips me up to sun dry my American sickness, 2019
My mother clips
me up to sun dry
my American Sickness.


阿刁 A Diao, 2019
Ready to be ordinary,
but unwilling to decay ordinarily;
You are A Diao,
You are a free bird.