For Deported Lover
by Olivia Hu

Every body begins as a drum,
pulsating when smoothed over
by touch. An acre of soil always
seems to form for each dead body.
Swallowing too slowly like a lover, 
who shivers tongue until someone
wrings her skin like a towel. Then
what? When all you have collected 
bleeds? Her rusted, her foreign, 
every limb twisting to revert to 
mother tongue. The return is more 
sour than expected. 
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Barking Sycamores is a literary journal entirely edited and operated by queer neurodivergent people of color. We publish poetry, artwork, short fiction (beginning with Issue 3), creative nonfiction (beginning with Issue 8), and hybrid genre work (beginning with Issue 9) by emerging and established neurodivergent writers as well as essays on neurodiversity and literature and book reviews (beginning with Issue 10).

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