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July 2019 Vol. 15 No. 2

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Kala Ramesh

Tilted Earth

She was a latch-key kid. Walking home from school, she’d stand and stare at everything that moved, from the large-headed crossbills extracting pine seeds with surgical precision to the bald eagle practising its clean downward swoop for the hundredth time.

her shadow slips through
the railing's shadow

‘As a child, you must have eaten a lot of sweets,' her dentist declares. All she remembers is waiting for the opening of the front door – her mom, late again, flustered and apologetic, carrying a box of chocolates.

first rains
the earth becomes
blotting paper