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.