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Today I mourn myself. Ashes in the moonlight. Once, I met myself with a red suitcase. My destiny; escape or a blade. Today would be
Today I mourn myself. Ashes in the moonlight. Once, I met myself with a red suitcase. My destiny; escape or a blade. Today would be
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