Sunday, October 30, 2011


by nooshin azadi

illustration by rhoda penmarq


we were still sleeping
in the old house 
where no windows had ever been opened
i woke up
and called us all by our real names
this time we didn't pretend we were asleep
we simply got up
i found myself confident enough
to caress our transparent bodies
suddenly the house trembled
and windows were all shattered

none of us ran for shelter from the broken glass
i felt wings flapping in my chest


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