Huanani-Kay Trask, poet

My friend Dylan introduced me to Trask when I was an undergraduate at Davis. He was kind enough to give me Light in the Crevice Never Seen, a book of Trask's poetry. Some of her words...

Sons

Your grandmother said
about your grandfather
"I gave him three sons."

Yesterday, a man told me
to give him trust.

Is trust like a son?
Or less, not being generative
phallic, or immortal.

Did she tell me about
her giving
in pride or warning?

But I have no sons
to give, no line of
immortality.

I am slyly
reproductive: ideas
books, history
politics, reproducing