Excerpt from Questioning a Survivor

She loved Accidents 

and Poetry.

She loved the idea of a bloody human body

Squashed, squeezed, jammed

Thirsty for some breaths.

Of dislocated organs she would say

See that’s life

Disconnected, broken, non-functional.

She treasured

Farrokhzad and Parveen Shakir

In poetry.

A case of Accidental Poetry
That’s what she used to call them.