Small Days and Nights

by Tishani Doshi

the middle path, as with so many other compromises in life, is the one that everyone can agree on precisely because it lacks nuance and daring.

don’t know what it is about seeing groups of men together, but it unsettles me. The way they hold their bodies, the ownership of space. Nothing they offer by way of their togetherness engenders a sense of safety. It is all gnarl and hair and ball sac and matted heel. The world needs softness. Not this.