"…to immediately have the tension of the intermingling of languages subverting the idea of an English hierarchy. The form works so well with the imagery that we are given…Every single line grounded me in the same moment it compelled me forward. Cigarettes and the sky. Cicadas and prayer beads.

I think there is so much richness here to explore[,] as far as content as well. This is a poem that carried both the broad weight of history and the personal weight of family. It is dated and also timeless in that sense. These are burdens many of us carry. These are burdens only you carry. May we all one day return to our 'sky sky sky' with the names of those we loved in our mouths."