1. In visions of desert haze and winds whipping cloudy dust. briefly, an image coheres a memory (paradoxically) distant and near inscribed on expanding silken sand a veil shimmering in waterfall motion I hold on to these fragments I keep them deep inside me I patiently wait to hear you again (over the lulling din of) to see you again (waves meeting) to breathe you again (in the salty air) 2. Amma, abba English constricts and Urdu fails me. How do I talk, about my body, my love, my gender? I am afraid of coming back home I am afraid you will not understand BY KEENU MAUSAMBIThese are postcards I have created to places and people that have created me, shaped me, nurtured me and exist as a fundamental part of my identity. These postcards are accompanied by short poems.
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