by Lisa Lahey We don’t act like them, the xenophobes and kinemortophobes, each of us with a peculiar look and a lamentable odour. We’d love to run among the blue green grass on frozen glass mountains, with the cannibals and their turquoise camels. There is the one who sheds her skin every birthday so she can grow while the skin melts into the ground. There is another whose eyes are moonlit lasers that x-ray every bone and dream in a demon’s head. You fear us all, that’s why we stay hidden. It isn’t fair, shetani, but what is? * * * Lisa Lahey's short stories and poetry have been published in 34th Parallel Magazine, Five on the Fifth, Bindweed Anthology, Spadina Literary Review, Vita Poetica, Ariel Chart Review, VerbalArt Journal, and Altered Reality.
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