I lived ten years in texas sun, singeing my brown body. today’s paper, leaking red, a bloody tapestry. “rawalpindi,” says my mother. and she drips into her sink. I churn to know. from where she hears. these brown bodies sing. It whistles through me when she mourns. a...
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