I have tried to fit this piece
Into my jigsaw puzzle,
Except it’s made of metal,
And it changes shape with the turns of the weather.
I can only hope that the puzzle will mold
to fit my favorite piece.
But I get tired of holding my breath.
So, I’ve slit a chicken’s throat
And shoved it to the bottom of a tall wooden barrel.
Sometimes I can pretend to not hear
The muffled sounds of death and panic.-Samiha Kabir
