Also in this issue, Karen's translations of
A previous feature on Karen's book
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Words for a Photograph
This is my beloved.
The one on her right
is her brother who fell in Lebanon.
The one on the left
is her lover
before I came
into the picture.
She holds onto them tight
as if she knew she will lose them both.
From the side, the mother looks at them.
Her face looks like a browned cake
that time baked on too high a flame.