Blake asks if I want to file my taxes this year. Oh yes, please contribute my great dollar to the erasure of people. I should fast for thirty days. God might forgive me for living in dread and an almost full fridge. Pasture raised eggs. Raw milk. Bulgarian yogurt. French butter. I’d have somewhere to eat when Ramadan ends.
My father is a good citizen. Go to jury duty. Pay your car insurance. Don’t get audited. My mother is a good worker. l wonder if being of service for survival still creates purpose. How many nails do we have to file until we’re enough.
hamsa fae (she/they) is a Vietnamese-French poet, performance artist, and model who is native to Los Angeles. She uses memory and ritual as medium for dreamscaping the Asian American diaspora and trans ethereality. Her poetry book, Blood Frequency, was shortlisted by C&R Press in 2022. She has publications in Vănguard, new words {press}, Yale School of Environment, and Fruitslice. Her solo-exhibition, Trans Aphrodisia, was in February 2024 at The Brown Building. | Feature: Art of the City in the San Diego Tribune | www.heartofhamsa.com
