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august, nineteen-forty-seven

your mother tells you to drench yourself in every piece of clothing you own and you do not want

to be a jungli so you wrap your torso in kurtas and salwar kameezes and layer your long legs in

tight churidars and you want to bring your ghagras but they are too heavy to run in so you leave

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English, Prose bj . English, Prose bj .

Phoebe’s Tooth

Phoebe, having finished her stockings, started on her husband’s shirts and then, with Rose, tackled the vegetable garden while Rose told her stories about her brother’s exploits at Salamanca, which sounded like a lark, at least in her telling. Phoebe held the wholly unfounded belief that she might have made a good soldier, which she voiced as she pulled a doll-sized radish out of the earth and shook it firmly. Laughing, Rose shielded herself from the spray of dirt.

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untitled

because that’s all i wanted to be.

a girl left nameless—rendered whole

& baptized in all things holy.

please. this is a eulogy for girls

born untitled. we can be more than the syllables

clenched between yellowing teeth.

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The New Pilgrims

Milo: …women so beautiful they don’t seem like they exist.

Father Rogers: It only seems that way because you’re young. (cigarette) Or actually—you’ll stop caring eventually. Time has a way of levelling it all out.

(speaking on Naya)

Milo: It’s the voice that goes before the laugh. I’m thinking of getting myself hypnotized because she’s still there completely if I have a dream or something. It’s not my fault, the impression, you know, the somatic thing…starts to fade. It’s a defense mechanism. It’s time…

Rogers: Leveling it all out, taking care of it all…

Milo: I don’t want that—like this. (beat)

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English, Prose bj . English, Prose bj .

The Lee She Loved

Marina woke to hushed conversations from the kitchen. Three voices, including Lee's, all low and serious.

Marina and Lee had lived apart now for six months, she and the girls here in Irving, Lee renting an apartment twenty minutes away in Dallas. He said he had good work there, though never offered specifics. Only on weekends did he stay with them. At first, the arrangement embarrassed her; they'd been married just two years. But she quickly came to appreciate the space it gave her from his increasingly frequent rants and demands.

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Ecstasy

With fond sentiment

I recall with selective detail

One dimly lit

Night, outside some bottle store

When for the first time I

Felt something different because you

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Anemone

His hands smell of anemone and mushrooms

on a spring morning.

The sea is flat as he is silent.

He’s a man who deals with silence and water, with

the weight of the stones in his pockets.

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