“I have survived too much to go quietly.
Let a meteor take me.
Call the thunder for back up.
My death will be grand.
The land will crack,
the sun will eat itself…

-the day I leave.” – Rupi Kuar.

“I have survived too much to go quietly.
Let a meteor take me.
Call the thunder for back up.
My death will be grand.
The land will crack,
the sun will eat itself…

-the day I leave.” – Rupi Kuar.

“It’s nonsense” you say.
The way I see things
“I don’t (want to) understand” you say.
With the way I see things.

You only ever listen
and become concerned with the way I see things
when I am no longer concerned with trying to get you see them.

Illustration by: Fatima Seehar
Copyright 2019 Valerie Sanchez

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