This poem is a contrapuntal. The two columns can be read separately as well as together from left to right. It begins with  the boy...

i am a ghost. at school, i take my tests,  raise my hand, hope my crush will look at me.  i sit on lunch tables, watch humans   be sad....

—an often neglected color: Too bright, too happy Too loud, too unsanitary (Disease, disdain, discontent) The stain we Chinese bear From...

“Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” - "The Summer...