Imagine Me

To the world, she is formidable.

To me?

She is the world.

To the world, she is formidable.
To me?
She is the world.

And then, even though I know it’s going to piss him off, I say to Nazeera:
“Warner and J were engaged.”

“That sounds awful.”

“What does it feel like?”

“I was thinking about how much I love you,”

Haider pulls a machete from somewhere inside the bloodied chain mail he’s wearing under his coat, and tosses it to Warner, who drops the machine gun and catches the blade by the hilt without even looking.
A fucking machete

Our bruised bodies still careen through the air. We continue to hurl ourselves at promises. There is madness in the repetition, in the repetition, in the repetition that underscores our lives. It is only in the desperate seconds before death that we realize the windows against which we broke our bodies were only mirrors, all along

Adam smiles at me then. Smiles a real smile. But when we finally look up again, Mr. Anderson is staring at us.
He looks angry

back, and then, eventually, murder our parents.