Misbah Khokhar is an Australian citizen who was born in Karachi, Pakistan, and has been living in Brisbane most of the time. She recently completed her Masters of Philosophy in Poetry at the University of Queensland and her manuscript Rooftops in Karachi has been highly commended in the 2010 and 2011 Thomas Shapcott Poetry Prize. She has also recently had work accepted in Cordite and the Australian Poetry Journal.
Rooftops in Karachi
My cousin has named all of his homing pigeons. He takes them in his soft hands and feeds them, but I have a feeling he could just as easily use those hands to snap their thin necks. My other cousin, who lives in the same house, goes around shooting cats. Since I arrived I have been putting out bowls of milk each night. Another cousin has an imaginary lover who she has introduced me to. She makes him out to be so real that I believe he is. But I can never seem to see him, which is not due to him being imaginary, but because he is shy and agile. She describes the way he kisses her, and the conversations they have, and to this day I remember his name. I know it’s been said that falconers feel their hearts soar with their falcons, but I don’t think it’s just a feeling.
I’m Going to Give You a Photograph
And when I take the photograph you will be saved. From what I don’t know. I’ve given you a photograph where you can store your grief: let it leave your face, ignite and fade. I’ve given you a photograph, your spectral resin will have no copies. It will be your canoptic surface, a scale of the immensity of your beauty. The flash will burn away your fate, will make you momentarily famous. I will give you a photograph that will be your golden fleece, a replica that answers you in time with a little betrayal.