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ISSUE V

Khamosh

KALI

This summer, 

I am walking

the windswept ruins

of empires.

I call this home. I 

take every 

street corner

too personally.

I haven’t been home

for years on end

& no one here knows 

how old I am. 

I am 

the darker-skinned 

daughter. I slink in 

my sister’s shadow.

I was a sickly child & now 

I’m cosplaying 

as an adult 

who faints their way 

up & down 

the Himalayan foothills.

At breakfast

my Dado 

keeps saying 

she’s surprised 

I ended up 

a pretty girl.

East & west meet.

Both are 

embarrassed & afraid

to admit it.

Pakistan has 

become rigid,

a cockroach in amber

becoming a jewel 

& I am

spilled honey,

bees swarming me.

Dado offered me 

laser skin treatment 

but I’d rather 

get a 

lobotomy.

Everyone

assumes I’m a 

virgin

but I am

a lost girl.

I am 

an American— 

when I shit,

I shit violently. 

I am starting to

dream in Urdu 

again

but no one 

will believe 

me.

Khamosh was born and raised in Austin, Texas. Their poetry is published or forthcoming in A Gathering of the Tribes, Rising Phoenix Review, SPARK Magazine, and A La Moda. They were awarded the 2023 and 2024 Fania Kruger Fellowships for social justice writing, and the Amiri Baraka Scholarship at Naropa's Summer Writing Program. They are the writing director of Saffron, a Central Texas based creative house that centers diasporic voices.

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