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Sarah Gambito

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Sarah Gambito

Sarah Gambito is the author of Delivered (Persea Books, 2009) and Matadora (Alice James Books, 2004). Her latest collection, Loves You, is forthcoming from Persea Book in 2019. She is cofounder of Kundiman, a nonprofit organization serving Asian American writers. Gambito teaches at Fordham University and lives in New York City.

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How much our hands are God’s

to be running fingers over braille cities.

We are this hand pushed through our womb.

Weeping with each other’s blood in our eyes.

I dreamed that I slept with the light on.

I was asleep in my mother’s bed because my father was out to sea

and my claim

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I had a canoe that took me into the forest I read about. It was fleet and I asked no questions. I saw the careless embroidery of the sky above me. I was small. I was embracing. And I was dear all my life. My instrument is silent. I never learned to play. But it sits poised in my arms like an amber deer that I'll

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The best thing of all is to take the enemy's country whole and intact.
My mother took my heart out.  She banked it on top of her stove.
It glowed white.  She put it back in my chest.

Tita knew that overseas workers often had affairs.
He licked me and I pretended it pinged through my body like a swift idea
That