A RED CHERRY ON A WHITE-TILED FLOOR
Maram Al-Massri
Extracts
Women like me do not know how to speak. A word remains in their throats like a thorn they choose to swallow.
Give me your lies. I will wash them and tuck them in the innocence of my heart to make them facts.
She said: Yes I devoured him… I was hungry like a man… And like a man I splayed him across my desires blossoming with masculinity.
Old clothes fill her wardrobe, and children come in the evening with a loud din and low test scores. A husband who abandoned her, and a lover who no longer has the time.
