by Hibah Shabkhez
into my bones the termite colony
of knowledge thrusts a new branch. all
this anguished inking, and my legacy
shall be naught but the life-fritterings
i forget even to bin: nail-clippings,
dust, coils of broken hair, soiled cloth
and crumpled paper.
[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.