Mother gave birth on the porch that night.
Something red raw and hardly human.
But it clung and screamed with all its might,
and clawed wildly at the sky and all the stars.
Somehow whole but for most part created
incompatible and incomplete.
Demanding answers to promises,
that the world will never keep.
~ Dure Khan
Dure Khan is a twenty-something feminist of colour, artist and writer from Perth, Western Australia. When not engaging in student politics, she spends her time committing words, pictures, performances and music to unholy states of polygamous matrimony.