by Ashish Kumar Singh rayen lazghab When we were making out, he asked for my name and the promise of anonymity seemed to dissolve like a deer’s eye in the car’s headlight. Outside, the night tried to seep through the glass, its wet muzzle pressed tight against the windows. I remember what my mother once told me about safety, she said do not let yourself be recognized, if there’s fire, be the smoke . So instead I tell him that my name is so common I could be anyone’s son or lo