From the Archive: The Rumpus Inaugural Poems: Kaveh Akbar
Each day from January 7 to January 20, Rumpus Original Poems will feature poetry written in response to the coming presidential inauguration. Today's poem is from Kaveh Akbar.
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I can’t recall a single time that my father has told me about his journey through the mountains . . . It was just something that I picked up, some truth that I have always carried.
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" . . . I’m pretending to be a student for the sake of a thought experiment I’m trying to disguise as a story so it has a better chance of getting read. Also, I look young."
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The unspoken family sentiment: If everyone worked hard and the bills were paid, that was all that mattered. There was no room for emotions.
Rumpus Original Fiction: A Hundred Orbits
Anoushka reaches for my dresser, too close to the Prednisone prescription. If she accidentally flips it over, I’ll have to tell the truth. She picks up two matching earrings: long ones with black jewels that could be grapes on a branch.
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On screen, I’m peering up a faintly lit staircase and all goes grainy.