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Out of order
I ask my body, ‘How heavy does it feel to sit in a chair across the dead body?’ But we cannot call the body a ‘body’, so ‘mother’ forgets to wake up this morning. Someone curtains her with a sheet and all in the chairs breathe out at once. From the other side of the division where she uncurls her memory still the sound of dripping water ruins my mind. Someone shouts, ‘Everything here needs to be fixed.’ Walls swell with all the noise it carries within. An old tank weeps through its cracks, and water runs down the broken terrace, my mind as the last funeral rite. A voice from behind demands, ‘When this is over, call somebody to mend our deceased water tank.’ Bio: Sana Tamreen Mohammed has co-authored Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems (BRP, Australia). A poet, an imagist and now a mother, her works have found homes in various journals, magazines and anthologies including Tupelo Press, The Peeking Cat Poetry and Dreich Magazine. She has edited The Prose and Poetry Anthology. She was a featured poet on a radio show in India. Her poems were displayed twice in Illinois. As a driftwood, she reads and selects submissions for EKL Review.