When they talk, the five sisters, their words strangle each other, pulling and plucking at the threads of truth.

By Ashanya Lingam
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Poetry

“Discipline”, “Survey on Female Occupational Injuries in a Fishing Village”, and “Goddess Transformation”

Poetry

in Chinese, pistachios are called / kaixinguo — happiness fruits. / but they are neither happy nor fruit. / they are birthed out of their shells / i am not happiness nor fruit nor mother; / only carefully extracted.

Poetry

had partner My .Survival for /
trip the for long hair their grown /
—love make to nervous too was I and

Poetry

you are prepared for all of it. how the blood will smell. of you. of lavender. of the crown of a head.

Poetry

my mother gives love / through the severity of / past and future tragedies

Poetry

[we/ ] bombed them, because [ /they] bombed us.
a star falls on someone else’s city because it’s just a shooting star.

Poetry

It can’t with words on paper / It can’t with words / It can’t

Poetry

You hear Mama tell you / that you must be waiting for her to die to live your life.

Poetry

Should you die my beloved / I will become a dyke / cut my hair to the scalp / demand history to know wrong / is done if you are taken from me

Poetry

I tried to be a good daughter / and tell the right story to the guests, who were / always listening from their window across the road.

Poetry

I read the flora and fauna in my home as uncannily resilient. / My ancestors’ bodies were presciently small. / Nests accommodate the needs of infestation. / I simply could not live in this house alone.

Poetry

and the woman in the mountain said /
my head is full of rocks / my mouth, ears, nose full of sand

Poetry

once, / before the stars & stripes, / we traced stripes across / the stars to steer us / home.

Poetry

to need sky / because you are sun / forgive forgive / the world is crueler / without you in it

Poetry

I kiss / you & the sands roam every valley to ride this / wind. I kiss you & suddenly we are home again

Poetry

desperate / we deceived ourselves / this time it will be different / fooled by the coldest winter disguised / as spring

Poetry

I do not rule the body / of the girl I love, nor the body / of the girl I was, who is the city / I go home to, which is an island, / which I am always forgetting.

Poetry

機遇到來 / 我失去 / 垂手 | An occasion arises / and I lose / an entire world

Poetry

When baba worked for the Oil Co. they allotted him / a farm house

Poetry

“Discipline”, “Survey on Female Occupational Injuries in a Fishing Village”, and “Goddess Transformation”

Poetry

I read the flora and fauna in my home as uncannily resilient. / My ancestors’ bodies were presciently small. / Nests accommodate the needs of infestation. / I simply could not live in this house alone.

Poetry

in Chinese, pistachios are called / kaixinguo — happiness fruits. / but they are neither happy nor fruit. / they are birthed out of their shells / i am not happiness nor fruit nor mother; / only carefully extracted.

Poetry

and the woman in the mountain said /
my head is full of rocks / my mouth, ears, nose full of sand

Poetry

had partner My .Survival for /
trip the for long hair their grown /
—love make to nervous too was I and

Poetry

once, / before the stars & stripes, / we traced stripes across / the stars to steer us / home.

Poetry

you are prepared for all of it. how the blood will smell. of you. of lavender. of the crown of a head.

Poetry

to need sky / because you are sun / forgive forgive / the world is crueler / without you in it

Poetry

my mother gives love / through the severity of / past and future tragedies

Poetry

I kiss / you & the sands roam every valley to ride this / wind. I kiss you & suddenly we are home again

Poetry

[we/ ] bombed them, because [ /they] bombed us.
a star falls on someone else’s city because it’s just a shooting star.

Poetry

desperate / we deceived ourselves / this time it will be different / fooled by the coldest winter disguised / as spring

Poetry

It can’t with words on paper / It can’t with words / It can’t

Poetry

I do not rule the body / of the girl I love, nor the body / of the girl I was, who is the city / I go home to, which is an island, / which I am always forgetting.

Poetry

You hear Mama tell you / that you must be waiting for her to die to live your life.

Poetry

Should you die my beloved / I will become a dyke / cut my hair to the scalp / demand history to know wrong / is done if you are taken from me

Poetry

機遇到來 / 我失去 / 垂手 | An occasion arises / and I lose / an entire world

Poetry

I tried to be a good daughter / and tell the right story to the guests, who were / always listening from their window across the road.

Poetry

When baba worked for the Oil Co. they allotted him / a farm house