Maryam Piracha
All My Love Dec 31, 1969
But you were always a different story, a chapter in a book I hadn’t opened yet.
Color Me In Dec 31, 1969
My eyes wander around her room – it is clean – each artifact carefully in place as if she arranged her coffin before she decided to die.
Blue Line Dec 31, 1969
They have seen right through my nonchalance as I picked up the pregnancy test at the airport, kept my shaking hands at bay, and walked with assumed confidence through the hotel doors.
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