Tag Archives: Ayesha Asad

Sitting One Row Behind a Lyricist

is it courage,                   the silver that spices his ear            like a garnish? a medal of freedom, dangling from pink lobes, swooning                               like diamonds, a girl’s best friend. or perhaps the black nail polish,                               seen casually on fingernails that graze against hair, … Continue reading

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Set in a Texan Summer, Sometime Around the 2000s

summer is not      a honeysuckle trapped in a bush,            followed with a tongue scraped against             strawberry shortcake ice cream pops. libraries stock up                                     with white skinned books, picket fence, apple cinnamon                         and straw hats with pink ribbons. pale arms twist into vines … Continue reading

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