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Evil Eye
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Mama calls me wilted, a flower bending inwards. In other words, depressed. Nani calls it nazar. A remedy, an illness. Carried by all. Contagious. Tightrope between…

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Fear of Intimacy
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A toasty touch lingered in the elevator between breaths. A slick, green, and clean rod–encircled by mist–breached only by a set of lips, hovered gloriously in…

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Different Corners
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i remember those boys now as a constellation of pathologies of hang-ups and hangers-on each more bitterly amazing than the last they congregate as if for…

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Incensed
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Today, per Hindu tradition, in anticipation of an auspicious ritual, they oiled and cleaned their bodies, the floor, the walls. But it was not enough to…

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