Warrior of Light

As an immigrant in America I was obsessed with ninjas and invisibility. Also pink hot dogs. I was no good with baseball but liked the slap of the leather. My first pair of American sunglasses were made of gold plastic. Every journal entry ended with I am a warrior of light.

Here is the poem. From my book The Green Monk. Forthcoming from Boiler House Press in November 2018.

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