Poetry
My lungs recall unfondly by Shilpa Kamat
the teacher misreads my polite, Oh
really? and gloats, Absolutely.
A Glossary of Artillery Terms by Nnadi Samuel
In the next, I want to have more crime in my name.
Pakistan’s temper veining through my wrist.
Stories of Durga: Rain by Ayesha Chatterjee
Memory, like poetry, can’t be trusted.
What Is Love In Your Language? by Suchita Senthil Kumar
and now I’m breathing in a language
I don’t know to speak a word in.
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