I. At the edge of the world there is a suburban car service station, masked attendants waving entry to dehydrated...
"I know the best mornings are made of / pancake batter, warm skin, loose stockings..."
Returning from a walk, we reach our house and see the light
burst a hole through the living
A single red sclera scans linoleum. It encloses the white irises that I bathe the milling men and women and...
I. Main ghar aa gayi. I’ve come home. II. My hands fall into the usual routine. Muscle memory: I am...
She wraps a t-shirt around her eyes and the budding moon wanes to a yawning black— a personal eclipse of...