Thompson, Kush 2016
This, we tiptoe.
This, we flower in euphemism.
The street has swallowed itself into border. Into railroad track.
This, where the bus line ends.
– Kush Thompson, “This, Here”
Watch Kush Thompson’s feature on ChiTeen Lit Fest:
the hand I use for nothing, butterflied
open in a veiled room. she walks to the end
of my palm and says she sees no children
and so many.
– Kush Thompson, “Witch’s Milk”
Watch Kush Thompson’s TEDxWindyCity talk:
