No one gets married before going to space.

I writhe in bed with fever, chills, chatters and shivers. The near becomes far as the far comes close.

There is a djinn for everything: every act of forgetting, every act of remembering. Every act of oppression, every act of protest. Every act of civil resistance, every arrest, every injury, every death. There is a selfish djinn, and a selfless djinn. There is a djinn for beauty, a djinn for zakhm, a djinn for kindness, a djinn for empathy. A djinn for absence, a djinn for inaction; a djinn for climate, a djinn for crisis, a djinn for war, a djinn for peace. What are words but djinns?   * A, a: Aama, Aadhar (March 11, 2016), Annihilation of Caste: The Annotated Critical Edition (1936 / February 16, 2016), Aśoka (c.

Before she knew it, she was falling out of the sky like a waterfall and through a canopy of thick, wet leaves. Fell hard into the soil.

My words; How distasteful / My thoughts: ill-begotten

Well he’s my son, now / mine, like the village is mine

Do you remember the old movie where they called the ship Mother

they will call you w o l f

it is your nose i notice first—you demon, you delicacy! / keen to sniff each invisible stitch of meaning / whether categorical, imaginary, or subliminally intended

Are you a good witch / or a bad witch? / as if there’s an answer earned, inscribed in bubbles reflecting an inverse crown.