Curse of the Last Illiterate
We didn’t know how to read the words. It started with ‘inchoate’ and ‘grotesque,’ and spread to ‘brain’ and ‘rain’ and ‘love.’
Mehdi M. Kashani lives and writes in Toronto, Canada. Recently, one of his short stories was selected as a finalist for the Tennessee Williams Fiction Contest. His fiction and nonfiction can be found in Passages North, The Malahat Review, Portland Review, carte blanche and The Los Angeles Review, among others. He has work forthcoming in The Rumpus and The Walrus. Follow him on Twitter at @mehdimk
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Tell Me What You Think of Me
I knew how these small moments could accumulate over time, threading back to one another, changing how you behaved in the world.
One day, Brian would dissolve into the atmosphere and not come back. One day, this room, our home, our love, would no longer be able to contain him.
We grow into forgetfulness and unfist our bones and litter them for crows.