• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 04
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In this parallel horizontal upside down universe: snow
is a mirage below/above my shadow self and me, sky

a sea of listing openreach in this saturated place
awash with broken slabs, disbelief and endless rain

where we are cut off at the knees, so very oddly painlessly
in our hijab, our trousers and our new H&M raincoat

and I am wishing with every wit my two selves have
for a brolly big enough for us to sail away Jumblie style

while our disappearing hands leach knuckle-blue
into the cut and pasted blue-begetting sky below/above.