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Tiny WitchesFor you, I cast and recast our speckled stories, Tell them a hundred times in black and white, Translate your name a thousand times until it is Music and blossoms, bell-shaped jacaranda syllables-Tiny Witches
Jimena, Solada, Akroatis, Eisteoir, Simeon, Kikite, Samantha, the listener, do you know what your name means? The one who hears the Divine- The Word that spoke the universe into existence, the Name of God, the Breath that moved on the waters.
High school, too many boys And we, tiny witches- conjuring, with our litany of beauty- across our desks in
by ~RoshanaShahrizai
a dome of many-colour'd glassI am approaching the point of literary congestion, where all the things I'd like to say to all the people clog and rot in my throat until all I exhale is fermented silence. I can't write like this.a dome of many-colour'd glass
I turn the mirror of hindsight on everything I felt for him, and wonder at myself. What was I thinking? I made the wrong decision; I paid too high a price to date him. And I find more and more that his opinion of me does not matter except where it touches on our friends. He is costing himself so much, so stupidly. I do not have it in me to get upset any
by ~RoshanaShahrizai
CertaintyYou don't compliment me the way other girls might think you shouldCertainty
but when I ask what you think of my clothes hair jewelry shoes you tell me I'm beautiful like why would I ever doubt it or think you'd think anything else And when I'm tired or frustrated you don't ask what's wrong or press me for details but you pull my feet into your lap and massage them and bring me old-fashioneds and offer me Oreos even if we just ate And all in all, my angel, I don't need you to tell me you love me as many times a day as you do because I know, I know.
by ~RoshanaShahrizai
November 7, 2001(for Mammaw)November 7, 2001
There were no leaves on the trees that day. I wore purple. Mom wanted something darker. You had liked purple.
The night before- tiny sandwiches crusts cut off tasteless flowers and plush carpet. I didn’t stumble walking into the room where you lay.
A friend pressed his rosary into my hand when I left. It was his grandmother’s, he said. I bit my lip. I’m not Catholic. I kept it in my coat pocket, threaded through my fingers.
You were in the hospital before we knew you we
by ~RoshanaShahrizai
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