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Raisin-squishy, dancing in the shop-car-street lights,
Next the lurching lunging morass of motorbikes,
By Pharmas Medicose and Beloved Bank sprights,
Burgers and beards jostle lawn dresses on steel spikes.
A Gourmet. Docé. Service Shoes. Six Houses of Cloth …
The peanuts, chickpeas, fractured corn-seeds of language,
Are tossed into salt, turned, spun, roasted until wroth
To thrum through my river-city’s paper-cone cage
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 Bandit Fiction, Shot Glass Journal, Across The Margin, Panoplyzine, Feral, Literati Magazine, and a number of other literary magazines. Studying life, languages and literature from a comparative perspective across linguistic and cultural boundaries holds a particular fascination for her. Linktree
