Issue 127

Triangles have a special place in her abstract work, sometimes commenting on the politics of space, such as geodesy and the Orientalist map-making undertaken by colonial powers.

We can’t love

an abstraction. So, I begin with my cats.

This much is certain
to me: Prayer ends up
somewhere, like the bright
death throes of a star

When the day of commencement came, I treated it like any other day.

Blasphemers in taverns slurred sacred hymns and the lame lay bellowing on the steps to shrines where beggars repented prideful sins.

Could she
make an excuse and stay home this year?
Get out of playing happy, the happy family?

Triangles have a special place in her abstract work, sometimes commenting on the politics of space, such as geodesy and the Orientalist map-making undertaken by colonial powers.