How to Make Round Rotis

CW: Abuse

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Three Poems

Anxiety

Don’t Eat That

I Swallowed Tears for You

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In Praise of the Deepest Winter

smoke whirls in the air, great swaths of grey

snatched up in the sharp winter sun, the chilled wind

clawing its way across the brick exterior of the bar

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The Door | My Ancestors Cries

I walk toward I step through the door—

the door.

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Conservation of Momentum

I know it's a sexist thing to say, but women

aren't as good at making music as men…

–Julie Birchill, former NME journalist and author

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To Silence –From Defiance

The silent slip of

My tongue over the

Glassy roof of my

Mouth caught

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Next | Survival

First the toes seize up. We triple in size. Cower behind our blue ox. We fasten our fingers over

our mouths so that they may not find us by our breathing.

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Three Poems

By Israeli-born poet Lee Broda

Acre, Israel

Last Time I Checked, I Was Still an Israeli

My Aleppian Legacy

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The Do's and Don'ts | Love If Only

If you are silent about your pain, they’ll kill you and say you enjoyed it.
–Zora Neale Hurston

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Imagination's Gift

The zigzag on the Rorschach test

Looked like a zebra --

It was black and white

And sprouted coltish legs.

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One Night You Grew Silent

You said you wanted me

when you turned to face the lamppost.

The snowflakes caught your eyelashes

on the last languid Christmas.

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The Wholly Chalice

I am not sure when or how it all happened,

But lately, my vagina has seemed like a beautiful chalice.

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The Core | Instead of You

I left your body with the same

grooves in my fingernails as you

bitten to the quick

bringing comfort when everything else

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Grape Soda

…I was chipping my new manicure. I was eating all of the grapes with

coffee ice cream. I was a little chubby, but nice.

I was writing poems by the side of the pool,

the blue curtains…

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She is Art | Shopping

abstract realism

a divine duality

endlessly evolving

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How a Filipino Mother Says I Love You

She marinates my petaling skin,

with Vicks Vaporub. The cracks stop

at my stomach, to reveal a slick

oasis made by her calloused fingertips.

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What We Fell Into

This is what we fell into.

That’s why we take the stairs two at a time, we destroy the surveillance cameras, confiscate all the guns aimed at us, shut off all your alarms, and we speak.

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