partition / thoughts
my soul Is in the process of partition my identity has been partitioned did your pregnant grandmother feel the vibrations the explosions coming from bombs detonating karachi was self destructing south asia cried while the coloniser laughed great grandmother thinks of the bodies piled up on trucks there were bodies piling up on those trucks vaginas were broken into crevices were broken into hearts were broken into blood blood blood blood thoughts scrambling I am scrambling to feel to know to grow from history story from his his story story from his story.















