Morning Paper
We send each other
Notices of the world ending.
We send each other notices of
The flesh shaken like a puzzle
Box. Where does the child end?
Where does the mother begin? I
Want you in the produce aisle,
On the walk to my apartment through
The concrete the pigeons pretend
Isn’t theirs. I want you
In the heat, shirt sticking to
My back. We send each other notices
Of the world ending. As if
The articles can say look
I need you. It’s scary out there.
Narges Anzali is an Iranian-American writer and student at Princeton University. Her work centers around themes of migration, exile, and love. Her work has been published in the Nassau Weekly, Beaver Magazine, and Iris Youth Magazine.