If I fled, I’d be found. If I bled, I’d be bound.
If I escaped, I’d be lost. If I cried, I’d be tossed.
My corruption; After Tennyson’s Claribel; Association of Women in Kosovo Police; IF; Heat; From Me…
Immolation; I Could Care Less; Mourning; I’ve Tried So Hard To Forget; A Response to Your Message (A Little Too Late)
I was born in a burning house.
I said, “Why ever move, Red?”; Spillway; Aeolian Blues; Infinity; Pink As a Storm
A man with a face by Tintoretto told me that his feet were cold and that he wondered would I trade my shoes for his. Nord Americano, he said, pointing at my green-piped black Nike Jokers.
This Side of Paradise…
Fortunate are those who forget, Blessed are those who have forgotten all.
the ghost of you; you know the colors of my invisible; sixteen days
the ghost of you still dips my mattress with a warmth I reach for but never achieve – I wake from a sleep that made me forget that you’re no longer within my reach.
An Inventory of All the Things I’ve Hoarded – Paronychia
Ammi ki churiyan kahan hain? I’ll measure time in things I’ve held on to the longest until she notices her bare wrists.