ft. poetry by Aparna Paul M E N A C E

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issue two


EVERYONE LOVES A PARTY

poetry by Aparna Paul


“…lose your grip on the cake. lose the
whole cake. lose your appetite when
you look at the cake on the floor. lose your grip on the situation. lose
control. control is overrated. lose your voice, again. lose your cool.
lose your breath. lose it, and go
outside to breathe in deep. lose the
red, angry air from your lungs. lose
your body. remember your body.
you can only remember something
once it’s been lost…”

poetry by Aparna Paul M E N A C E



“this language is laal.
no this language is chomona.
no this language is red.
red red bloody mouth. all
dying languages made prey
caught in the teeth. a prayer
before my lips could make
a sound. this language is red
as the tongue fleshy frightened
feeble the only muscle i know
how to flex…”

“native speaker” by Aparna Paul M E N A C E