“A river, wanting to go downhill will carve new tributaries, tear through homes, flood the roots of trees. The therapist tells you your mind is swollen with doom that carries you in its white rush, torrents ripping through rock and root. I don’t know in what direction love pulls me. But I do know the…”— Bao Phi, apmpodcasts.orgTagged: Poetry, The Slowdown, Tributaries, Minnehaha, Asian