At seeing a spider, in Fall

What if

              I was the one, suspended in a life I had spun with my own mouth amidst trees I trusted to
              stand through storms in air carrying sweetness under a sun that vowed to go on, but
              suddenly it was autumn and a leaf tumbled promising more and I had to hang on, pretending
              to not know I had been falling all this time, thinking I had made something that could
              survive the wind?            

The black and white photo of Hananah Zaheer shows her looking into the camera, dark hair falling just below her shoulders, dressed in a sleeveless shirt with the words Homies South Central on it and a picture of a pickup truck. The background is plain and dark.

Hananah is the author of Lovebirds (Bull City Press, 2021). Other writing has appeared in places such as Kenyon Review, Best Small Fictions 2021Alaska QuarterlyAGNIPithead ChapelSmokelong etc. She serves as a Fiction Editor for Los Angeles Review, and as senior editor for SAAG: a dissident literary anthology. More at hananahzaheer.com.

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