Erasure Suite

This story is paired with “The Story of King Shahrayar and Shahrazad” from 1001 Arabian Nights. For best experience, download the LithoReader for your iPhone or iPad and get NonBinary Review for free. 



In the fountain, the fallen
welcome, this red was intoxicating.

Heaven nearly touched
wild strawberries pearls, a long sigh.

Fixed to the spot, do you think I gave
enough? Please, correct me:

I live without
the presence of a man.


Wrapped inside

A small box            opened
inside me—
this picture
you will remember.
That tenderness
too late
when I       fell
and saw
(engulfed in sleep)
marriage,        rose water,
gestures of forgiveness.

in my eye,      I would
and nights
through life’s pleasures,
my cruelty         stretched
to roam the sky.

My bed
led me to a verdict,
the house my stories:


Clearly a woman, only eyelids.

Confide in me—
try to weep, ground up,
worn away, stone.

Rob me, hurry
his heart a burden,
a swear for this woman.

Holy, hand in hand,
I kiss my burden
name the beauty first seen.

Outside, a pomegranate
filled my homeless moment,
remains your blessing.

Going back down,
you curse the hearts
of neighbors.

NBR3-02AndersonE. Kristin Anderson is the author of Dear Teen Me, (Zest Books/Houghton Mifflin Harcourt),  A Guide For The Practical Abductee (Red Bird Chapbooks) A Jab Of Deep Urgency (Finishing Line Press), Pray, Pray, Pray: Poems I Wrote To Prince In The Middle Of The Night (Porkbelly Press, 2015) and Acoustic Battery Life (ELJ Publications).  Her work can be found in Contemporary Verse 2, Hotel Amerika, [PANK], Asimov’s Science Fiction, Cicada, Room and Juked