by Sarah Sarai i. After my mother died from Jesus I left my hair color alone. If it’s just fucking you want, or all you can handle, a decent cut will do. ii. We laughed, me and her, when she stopped. It was the same faded blond she’d been covering. iii. Once I quit, my […]
Author: Sarah Sarai
Sarah Sarai is author of three collections: That Strapless Bra in Heaven (Kelsay), Geographies of Soul and Taffeta (Indolent), and The Future Is Happy (BlazeVOX), with poems in New York Quarterly, Boston Review, Barrow Street and many other journals. Also a fiction writer, she was a finalist for the 2021 Chester B. Himes Memorial Short Fiction Prize. Sarah is bi-metropolitan: N.Y.C. and L.A.
Title in Search of a Better Life
“Pantyliner Notes.” It’s yours, my hands are washed for at least twenty seconds. “Girl with a Pearl Jam Earring.” “Tess of the Rosenthals.” Confidence lost in bluster is gained by belief in cohesion. Sense is altogether different and who cares not me. “Dombey and Son from Another Mother.” “A Midsummer Night’s Cream.” Most likely I […]