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Author Archives: perfectsublimemasters
Making Progress
I might timeline the sequence of events, find comfort in the linear mapping— the kind of progress I can walk across, outrunning my youthful indiscretions, chasing success by decades. I might fill the gaps as I go: Like a white … Continue reading
How to Eat Crab Legs
It begins with hunger. Your hands plunge into the freezer and pull out the bag you bought at Kroger six months ago. Each orange leg frosted with ice. You arrange them on a baking sheet. After fifteen minutes in the … Continue reading
Map
I try to memorize the details of your body. I want to make a map of your skin so I know where to get back to. But I never have a pen when I need one. My purse houses a … Continue reading
Catalogue of Ways We Hurt Each Other
Our last summer I wipe down the upstairs windowpanes. I hear the faucet in the kitchen; the gurgle as the coffee maker clicks on. You pour black liquid into a white cup all sturdy and sure. Your lips cool and … Continue reading
Inanimate Object
“Ammi doesn’t like it when you touch her books.” Rehan had a deep frown etched in the middle of his eyebrows as he stood in front of me, shaking his head disapprovingly in my direction. I stood there, next to … Continue reading
Walking to Schubert’s Great Symphony
The snow deepens fast but by little, another mystery you do not understand, like poetry, the poetry by the poet to whose house you would go. Snow crusts the headphones; the music still insists. You keep your footfall regular, even, … Continue reading
Babel
Every single tongue on the table makes a part of talking, as if licking a cosmic brain to demarcate the contents of its different languages. Your accent is the Holy See, each utterance ex cathedra, buttressed by millennia and crude … Continue reading
