Catfisher Dharma
The day I discover I’ve been catfished, I walk into the local library because I don’t know where to put myself. I am bewildered. Wander among the books. A white police officer is talking to a Black security guard. On . . .
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Each poet will write / their own hell. In mine, like yours, / I’ll be condemned to beauty. — Yusuf Saadi