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[lividlily]

To Gotanda, Bao Phi, my stupid paper, to not sleeping, to the future my good sleep-deprived friends! And of course, to Alz. This is my present to her, because I owe her.

Asian-American?

I am that hyphen...

that skinny, sole, lone
bridge.
bridge?

Bridge or plank?
Walk across me and do you
leave one world and enter another
or
Do you walk across me
into
deep, unknown, churning
waters?

I am that hyphen,
that millisecond
of timetravel between
two worlds
two thoughts
two lives.

I am that hyphen,
silent, invisible.
Never heard between
the alliteration.
Sometimes seen but
not always.
Being visible, of course
is based on personal
writing preference.

And yet:
I exist.
Paradoxically, invisibly
silently.

By proxy, so does the hyphen.