PRISIM INDEX He turns and it is 11 o’clock, face pulled into light’s straight tail boastful of time the slaves it illumines. Of us, smiles; beacons somewhere in a forest, a satellite swings its arms cupped and wide, hugging you a path made for you, the prisms that index spines. I thumb through your […]
Shazia Hafiz Ramji | IN SINGAPORE I WAS SERBIAN
IN SINGAPORE I WAS SERBIAN for Marcel Clearly my face changes when I leave this country. In Singapore my hair is matted to my head. A white man asks if I am Serbian. I am out in the open, unaware of air-conditioned tunnels below the city, chugging water at every crosswalk, I see a brown […]