2 Quotes by Carlina Duan

in the kitchen, my mother and her sister / talk in tiny whispers. a cultural revolution. / spirals of teeth. mouths centered into Os / like slow red pearls.

believe, then, / in the mosquito: how it begins to take / your blood - heat and ghost and age and itch / as you press the net to your temples / and scratch in wild belief while / outside, leaves darken, insects / bite, and you smash a body / with the back / of your palm.