POEM OF THE WEEK | Naomi Kanakia | THE GIRL

THE GIRL The girl from high school—not my high school—had long straight hair and a foxy face and her body, a cylinder, with slightly wider hips, was perfect for the sheath dresses she wore. Vee was a Circassian, famous beauties in their day, well-prized as slaves, her mother a refugee from Turkey, never marry a […]

Naomi Kanakia | THE GIRL

THE GIRL The girl from high school—not my high school—had long straight hair and a foxy face and her body, a cylinder, with slightly wider hips, was perfect for the sheath dresses she wore. Vee was a Circassian, famous beauties in their day, well-prized as slaves, her mother a refugee from Turkey, never marry a […]