Soraya 35.

Anis Shivani

The corpus delicti of our long separation

is recorded in ladder tournaments among

ladies who lunch, stays hung up in the print

queue, Soraya, shadow play in Java and

Bali sheathing my textualism when I

violate the skaldic rule of informal union.

Hematocele collects in empty Helmand,

the mural crown abandoned to murine

musclemen. The stage door, boustrophedon

sprawl to austere aureate anharmonicity,

leads Soraya to the altar, occult shekinah

illumined by shell companies and vinyl

hung in the usual way, wealthy zodiac

zoned to the campus site of camisoles.