Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Chelsea Rebekah Grimmer Rice I need the feel of you now, for biryani vegetable rice with hot nan. It's a lot to ask. When walking by the window, the abstract overwhelms the concrete. It's a lot to ask of me, to stare through a window like a desirable standing at the undesired bowing. It requires a shift of identity, for rice to become worm-meal. I am the aching want for your saffron and grain. Next Poem
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