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Sunday, I wake up excited
kori rassa on the stove cuticles red from nails freshly cut Amma digs through my scalp, picking out lice crushing it with her nail a euphonious crunch kote pen teer pen jappo jappo |
Sunday, I wake up hungover the seeping light hurts my head; hungry for blood, I dig my pincers into the scalp, she picks me up— as I’m crushed under her nail I yell out her name kote pen teer pen jappo jappo |
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This poem was first published in Gulmohur Quarterly: Issue 01
