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Mommy there are secrets that cling to             our lips             like plastic wrap, a

Ghazal for Anwari I cast a spell of poppies where she sleeps. While heavy rains pour elsewhere, she sleeps.   Under scented sheets as sweet

I can see how you’d logic the numbers: the ratio of your height and weight to mine equaled              your

In my memory, she is holding her scrawl, stored on the yellow legal  pads bearing  her patients’ babbled  fears. She clutches mine,  the one  she

Vishu¹: Our New Year I hawked for yellow flowers on the streets, felt their crisp, moist petals,  bought a bunch when the market erupted  

I was repetition & undercover raised on fear of god’s wild leg                              

(For Kim Wall, 1987-2017)   A flock of Siberian blue robins gathered in the metal gut of the galley. The girl thought now what have