Junk tribal belonging a ship launches from a

a ship launches from a distant city bound for Tova and set to arrive on the solstice

so does the death toll due to sickness and despair

Land Where the Waters Reflect the Clouds—and the people’s roots here remain strong

philosophical inquiry into a peculiar vulnerability that goes to the heart of the human condition

Junk tribal belonging a ship launches from aJunk is a breakup poem in couplets: ice floe and hot lava, a tribute to Janet Jackson and nacho cheese. In the static that follows the loss of a job or an apartment or a boyfriend, what can you grab onto for orientation? The narrator wonders what happens to the sense of self when the illusion of security has been stripped away. And for an indigenous person, how do these lost markers of identity echo larger cultural losses and erasures in a changing