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Khadija Rehman

Abstract


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Khadija Rehman

Abstract


Assassin

Assassin

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How do you

Seek me

In vintage

Cities?

When I fall

Apart in towns which

Are not on the

Maps?


I swallow lost atlases

And acacias.

How do

I consume the

Jar of your home-made

Sunshine?


You curtsy before

The dark gods under 

New moon.

But when have violent

Young lovers 

Thawed latent, ice-cold

Love?


You carry me

Like branches in

An angry

River.

Sharp undercurrents, foul

Algae; should 

You sell your soul

To buy bliss?


You carve my 

Name on 

White oak with your

Fingernails.

I walk, indifferent, into

The streets of

Vulgarity.


Those Scandinavian

Cottagers

Call me an anti-goddess,

An antidote to

Happiness.


I make love to strangers,

But I shriek like a

Graveyard wind when

The thundercloud

Of love

Chortles.


They call me their

Calamity.

But I guffaw 

Heartily— Am I not my 

Own assassin?


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