Snorthing Through Dabbing Santa Claus Hand Sanitizer Shirt
In her face. The boat-shaped fruit bowl sails in the air and lands on the girl’s lap. The hull glitters during the sail as if a thousand mirrors are worked on the outer surface. I remember the conversation I had once with my grandfather, when he was working on the edges of a mirror artwork. I’d asked, “Agha Joon, can I cut this mirror in half?” He shook his head. I buy a small water bowl and exit the crystal store. Will I ever learn not to cut myself? Will I be able to spare my heart while dissecting memories of the past? Can I avoid cutting open the old wound from losing our home? Will I ever stop brooding for the home we were forced to surrender to Islamic.
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