A bee caught in the raintries to sting its way through the glass window.
On the other side of the road,a man erases murals from the brick wall.
Outside a king’s palace, women in matching bubagathered around bottle gourds, placed inside buckets
of water. I watched the women recite nameswritten on the throne, I didn’t hear my name.
When my body has the right amount of sugar,my heart pulsates only to love songs.
I have ruled over cities that are not on maps,I have ruled over a kingdom of crickets
How noble that I can still spin yards of threadsinto a gift basket. I fixed my gaze on the giant glass wall
until the barrier thinned out. I sanitized my palmsand raised them in praise of the black stone in…
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The Nation (Digital) - 1 Issue, April 2025