War Zone tanka sequence
dancing boys of Afghanistan lift the air-- on my notebook watercolors splash like tears the first time I went hungry father tossed my food-- I carved the stone of starvation with water I was twelve when father sold me to a warlord … you cannot read loss only feel it* a broken heart never fully heals yet my universe will not turn into a mighty stranger* *from Memoirs of a Geisha *from Wuthering Heights