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Bullet ants are found near graves I trail them on a shiny floor

A coil of hair shuns movement, they take me outside

Bending over the railings I hold a cigarette in the V of my palm

Diagonally above I see a woman leaning onto hers,

I wave at her 

Several seconds later with a subtle nod she acknowledges

Middle aged women are hard to please. We stare at the empty sky

At the 14th century quilla bats reign at night pigeons flitter

In daylight stands within odds in front of dozen stacked balconies

Sleeves flowing half ways, pantaloons dancing

Everything still. Nicotine burns my throat

In America I don’t burn tobacco but here

Smoke emits a sweet memory—girlhood & rebellion

Somebody shuts a door somewhere

Like dogs men piss on concrete in this city

Inside my parents are sleeping. I saw them today

After a year and a half

I inherit his temper

SLAM

I exit the hot air

The woman stays holding onto her night




Noor Alnaaz Islam is a poet, editor, and philosophy scholar from Assam, currently based in Seattle, Washington. Her work explores eco-poetics, the human condition, and matrilineal identity. She was an editor at Clamor and served as a reader for the 2025 Airlie Prize. Noor’s writing has appeared in Ambrosia, Ancient Technology News, Clamor, The Assam Tribune and elsewhere. She currently works with Kelsey Street Press and hosts Sip and Share, a community circle.










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