issue 1

Koukash Review

2022

painted lady

Lyla Saab

if i had known it would flit off
like that i’d’ve rested 
my eyes on it a little longer
but i didn’t know 
and didn’t look long enough
no, i reached for my phone
in an attempt to render
68 billion of its pigments
inside a net of pixels
a jar without holes
my friend 
where we were going
there is no need to breathe
but you were headed 
somewhere else
iridescent red-orange empress
or is it orange-red?
bright enough to carry poison
landing at my feet 
with the quietest 
of orchestral swells
each spotted wing
burning phosphenes
in my mind’s eye
a two-second touch
all fire and no ash
it left and i couldn’t tell you
when or how
it was just there 
and then it wasn’t

Lyla Saab

Lyla Saab was born and raised in Queens, New York to Lebanese immigrants. Over the past decade, she has transcribed oral histories in a genocide library, taught creative writing in a city jail, and wrote ads for TV. Now, she writes what she likes.

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