I think of you as being a sleek river boat that has come into shore for fuel. I sit at the café table and watch
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The first time I took her to visit your grave, it was a sunny day and the flowers were in full bloom. It wasn’t like
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When my grandmother passed away, the house did not feel empty; it felt preserved. We found no ledger of her life—no bundles of letters, no
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I was putting together a bassinet for the baby and kept messing up. I began to feel stupid and when I feel stupid it’s someone
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harm and love, she is: two dark lapis eyes, hidden in a mist, blinking as she blows a kiss and exhales pools of weed, burnt
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“Is he punctual, at least?” Leena says. “Mostly,” I lie. Narang is always late. Worse, he seems proud of it. Leena and I are heading
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After wandering like a speechless cloud over meadowland, you’re reminded of her, the numerous days of recent rain, and gray time, then the wordless seconds—
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I peak through the kitchen blinds to slowly reveal the external. My eyes sink when they meet the swarming desolated clouds. There hasn’t been light
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I. I wanted someone whose slender fingers would slowly rub the day from my shoulders, then turn me over for a kiss. Then I wanted
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Riot of Violets walking back to our apartment on the west side I saw you running toward me in your worn out red Converse sneakers
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you rush past me with the shopping cart and it wrenches in my gut: i will lose you someday, drowned in fire or atop white
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As a child, my mother used to work nights. Hating to see her go, I would employ a series of desperate stall tactics. “If you
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