Tag Archives: Tanya Singh

monsters under our beds

i hold my tongue thinking it’s a hand. how delicious. i am reclaiming some monsters from under the bed. ask the girl who covered her ears when she heard your name. we laugh when they tell us some names are … Continue reading

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when I learnt to undress

when peak hours are still blue, i like to wear my favourite dress, and dance on the porch. i would like my neighbour to see this when the wind catches a glimpse of me. and make it certain why unattainable … Continue reading

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