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Last Night Dishes

Swirling in a cooking pot,
tinted broth and lemon wedge bones
corrode into corpses
it was the making of marble memories
sharpening knives under stove light
cutting ripe tomatoes
peeling the emerald cucumbers
our charcoal-skinned moon-eyed faces have been here once

Poetry by Zara Rahman

Graphics by Rakshitha Raghunandan

Last Night Dishes

swirling in a cooking pot,
tinted broth and lemon wedge bones
corrode into corpses
it was the making of marble memories
sharpening knives under stove light
cutting ripe tomatoes
peeling the emerald cucumbers
our charcoal-skinned moon-eyed faces
have been here once
and will feel the burst of
citrus again
our chamber bellies will dictate
when we awake
lineage says meal prep needs a
walnut-wrinkled brain
to create food for thought
worth cooking about
so know when the sun blooms
dawn calls on to the garden vegetables to
stand out
when everything becomes sour
midnight meals
will no longer stop
us from eating the night away
and will leave us to scrub the sins
of what is left
so we roll up our sleeves
discard the skeletons rotting from our midnight feast
and do the dishes


Heads versus Apples

I once almost ate a crescent-curved bulging maggot.
it was squirming and tunneling into the browning flesh of an apple
trying to escape my picket-fenced teeth
fated to damn its wretched body to denture and apple orchard hell.


Ha! Grandma exclaims,
I once almost stepped on a bloody bloated head
he wasn’t squirming; however, the maggots were tunneling
they feasted early dinner on mo(u)rning flesh before heaven took him home
before a rickshaw swerved him into swamp gutters
before the military returned to claim their prize on a sharpened stick
I was just a teenager
when bhai called me to pick out
bulging maggots
from the bullet hole hotels in his shoulder
I had to help since
the doctors died to become dimples in the crescent moon
so I had to mix curries on a wooden stove just like the one right here
and my eyes leaked just like they do now and

Alright alright Grandma, I get what you mean
heads beat apples;
maggots belong in hell


Where’s Your Homework?

Alien abducted for special occasions
Bird poop splattered math equations
Cyborg robots burned the pages
Dentist appointment lasted ages
Excuses? I never make them!
Fishing bait for catching lunch
Gusty wind took away the bunch
Haunting ghost possessed my work
Indian elephants went berserk
Jumped out of a plane with a parachute
Kid in class screamed, “There’s a substitute!”
Lilac flowers wilted all over
My magic genie had a hangover
Neptune’s planet gave me a cold
Octopus inked it bold
Parisian snails slid across my notes
Quest for elongate anecdotes
Ripe tomatoes needed plucking
Snakes wrapped around my wrists, restricting
Trees broke promise to sprout answers
Urban metal, diverting dancers
Volcanic eruption swallowed report
Weekends are too short
X-ray declared writer’s block
Yeah I was busy with all sorts!
Zero correct from A to Z, cut short?
I hope my teacher believes me

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