My brother killed his best friendwhen he was nineteen.I live next to a surveillancecompany. There, someone watchedme repeat our wordfor father, so at night, walkinghome, I wouldn’t forgetthe sound.
Two Truths and a Lie
Hajjar Baban
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Hajjar Baban is a Pakistan-born Afghan Kurdish poet. A 2021 PD Soros Fellow, she is a recent graduate of an MFA in Poetry at the University of Virginia. Find more at hajjarbaban.com
February 20, 2023
New York, New York
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