Leeya Mehta
The child kicks off her sandals,
breathing in the wild summer.
Hot cobblestones beneath her smarting feet,
she races into the empty plaza […]
The child kicks off her sandals,
breathing in the wild summer.
Hot cobblestones beneath her smarting feet,
she races into the empty plaza […]
what i once said, what i never meant
an entire night
bursting with skeletons […]
Nothing in the herbarium compares to these tendrils collapsed over intertidal rock. […]
My ancestors are buried in our backyard and my mother says it is comforting to have them all in one place, but it is more of a burden to me. I am a girl with bones made for war […]
that it wasn’t him, it was her. She was a cavern.
I think sometimes I wish
your tongue could sneak
like crocus, the base buried in indigo,
tip flushed purple on the tiniest of stems. […]
something kind
of kinky
about the next
draft. the mark. the coming
scratch.
[…]
We said hello thirty-three ways. We showed you the stars around us.
We laughed. We gave coordinates, broke ourselves down […]
I died when you retired
the guitar solo. I died before
reading a nutrition label,
before lowering expectations, […]
Except as the engine,
the absence
of lace, puddling
below the window. […]
I can’t even watch Glory all the way through. Skip the scene where Denzel is whipped—can’t remember it’s not actually Denzel, not his scars on his back, the beauty of make-up. […]
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