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Poetry

“I am your Republic.”

“I am your Republic.”

“Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I did not die.” I am the leftover tea in the kettle, in the kitchen of the house, that you set on fire, because I prayed in green. I am the broken ribs […]

I promise.

I promise.

‘I promise.’ It was dark and silent. I could barely hear maa’s sniffles, over my heart knocking on the walls of the cage that was built of rotten flesh and stitched skin- I could barely see baba’s eyes, turning red and teary, as he looked away from […]

f r e e d o m ft. love

f r e e d o m ft. love

last night in my dreams, I screamed aloud, ‘freedom, freedom, freedom!’ my lover lying naked next to me, his hands wrapped around my neck like a noose about to tighten on my life, and choke me to oblivion- woke up, startled! he was drowning in […]

My Appearance Parade ft. m i r r o r

My Appearance Parade ft. m i r r o r

The appearance parade   I am a woman, and tellings told, when I was months old- how my skin should drape itself around the curves and motions of the hollow skeleton, smeared with blood, and uneven smothering of flesh, here and there, and here again. […]