the eyes on my knees get misty and cruciform from so much time shit-eating at the pew. by pew i mean my two favorite bathroom tiles, by pew i mean any god’s green my eyes can get a good grip on. the shit-eating is an ancient agreement that stipulates i don’t get a say in […]
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Eyes
by Humayun Ahmed, translated from the Bengali by Yeshim Iqbal
They are going to take Moti Miya’s eyes out with a date thorn tonight. During the evening prayers. Idris from Nobiganj is going to do it. He’s done it before. They are keeping Moti in Borkot Shahib’s shed. Moti’s hands and feet are tied up. Several people are standing around to guard him. This is […]
cul-de-sac
by Hannah Loeb
empty house. cleared hardwood floor, except for an oily smear where my saag paneer spilled the third to last night we lived there together; we had already packed the side tables, so i balanced my last available bowl on the armrest of the couch… inevitable splat of creamed spinach in the dust, a photo of […]
