this is not who we are

Wilder Literature

ears that heard rustling foil, mouth that gloried
in the soft sweet silk resting upon it,
i exonerate you both. these storied
squiggles that frolic on the dimly-lit
screen, imprisoned these poor eyes, and lead
these limp, erring hands inexorably

hibah shabkhez is a writer of the half-yo literary tradition, an erratic language-learning enthusiast, and a happily eccentric blogger from lahore, pakistan.

her work has previously appeared in plainsongs, microverses, sylvia magazine, better than starbucks, post, wine cellar press, and several other literary magazines.

studying life, languages, and literature from a comparative perspective across linguistic and cultural boundaries holds a particular fascination for her.

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