Written by Sana Tanveer Malik, a Lahori at heart, has (been) relocated to Minneapolis, MN to complete her Bachelors degree in English Literature and Creative Writing. When she is not working two jobs and taking classes at school, she likes to read, waste time on Facebook, and write a poem or two. She also likes to write about herself in the third person. Read more by this writer |
Sampling Causality or the Statistician or simply Things that you taught me:mathematics, more specifically statistics, by solving problems on paper and heart while i rested on your chest and gazed awestruck at the impatient hand and the hawk eye love: is an attitude: i could have chosen to embosom it or shut the frosted window with my breath clinging on to it against the indifferent Minnesotan wind how to love the one who neither spews me out like an unsettled meal after a night of restless heartburn nor embraces me like the wind clings to every pore of my body as i let myself go limp in its squeeze how to be the bigger person and accept that all the hitches in love are my hiccups after a glutted meal and that it cost me the warmth of an indolent Lahori breeze how to believe that the belief in belief is what makes or breaks us insecurities are the tempest that corrode the soul my language of love translates into the vexing monotony of a shrew that leads to unhealthy beds under red lights and disgorged memories of logarithms and love |
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