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Mehrnoosh Torbatnejad

I stirred the spice
into the bowl
as he showered,
the guest
visiting New York,
up early to make
the meeting
and I, too,
eager to break
this yolk
and yellow
layers for the dribble
of maple,
flip the flour
for this friend
former half,
but before
I am done
he walks
to the stove,
his bathed
face petting
my cheek with
beard bristles
and bare skin,
I turn around
to fuse our ribs,
his arms fold
around my waist,
the few seconds
of how mine
someone else’s
feels in my embrace

Mehrnoosh Torbatnejad was born and raised in New York. Her poetry has appeared in The Missing Slate, Passages North, Quail Bell magazine, Chiron Review, and is forthcoming in HEArt Journal, Natural Bridge, and Pinch Journal. She currently lives in New York and practices matrimonial law.

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ISSUE ELEVEN: Yes, Sell My Art

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