Nanya Jhingran
I Am Finished With History
So You Are Here, and There Still
An Empire Elsewhere
Each Time You Enter You’ll Carry a Mouthful of Names
I Had to Clear my Throat
One-Legged Bird
The Plain Became My Hunger’s Home
A Myth Against Empire
Where the Sunflowers Have Pointed
Embodied Placements
Fragments, Omissions & Further Reading
