January danced to the poem I wrote her
"Her every step on the ground is not / always a step forward, but rather / a kiss from ancient Odisha"
Liy Yusof
Audio: Bad Dream, Coming Of Age
In which I try to explain in plain English
"[Our] values are things that will dismantle these structures instead of just keep them going, instead of repeating our mistakes and doing the same old stuff."
That one thing I wrote as a young Muslim at the UN
Poem: "If my heart was a home on the beach"
by Liy. Spontaneous poem no.8 from their late grandfather's typewriter.
Poem: To My Unborn Descendants
by Liy Yusof. "One day, I too will be in your blood / My concrete, my playlists, the air and disaster / health of my whorehouse heart"
Fiction: "Cita-cita" Saya
Poem: How To Be The Web
by Liy Yusof. "There was a song you used to sing; but it hums only / for itself now."
Poem: Spine
At 23, I wrote a romantic poem about back pain.
