Come Close
by Mimi Khalvati: Think how beautiful we were to start with, / clear as glass. How impossible to part with,
Iran|UK
Overblown Roses
She held one up, twirling it in her hand as if to show me how the world began and ended in perfection. I was stunned. How could she make a rose so woebegone, couldn’t silk stand stiff? And how could a child, otherwise convinced of her mother’s taste, know what to think? It’s overblown, she …