or really more like,on the worms that hide in puddles,lurking in the aftermath for I-don’t-know-why,just their guts decimated by the tread in my classmate’s shoe:I like this because I only have time to glance at the pieces,I am going to classand I will never know if that worm was cut clean enoughto grow up and… Continue reading on rain
Tag: prose
Televising Ramadan 2007
Mecca stole from me my God.I still remember the worshiperwhose blissful, teary face in the crowdripped from me any notion of my right and wrongbeing yours or being for any one. Hajji, looking nowhere near the de-belief-ing of a teenage girl,he was following suit, speaking to God in the most private of terms.The camera panning… Continue reading Televising Ramadan 2007
On migration
There is something to be said for the initial impressions on the young: Maybe I am stuck in this mindset because of when I met you,when I knew you,when I loved and had you.My bones were still soft, allowing perfect harmony in the tug of you and the give, the bend of me.It is an… Continue reading On migration
Garbanzo Bae 