POETRY



luv poem 2 (while listening to lady lamb)

i like driving around at night and being in luv w/you one hand on the wheel the other on my neck god what’s wrong with me all i fantasize about is us at night taking turns, windows down one driving …

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Fish in Bushwick

Today, today is all of time. Mahmoud Darwish I trained my hand to do it without the eye. In my palm held the flesh, felt the shrimp’s small sinews fall to pieces in the sink, my fingers slick and the …

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Dream Where I find My Roof

I dream it, the dream my yearning self sleeps for. I’m at my own birthday party celebrating with all the father figures I have known— the nurturers who’ve made me feel loved, and my true father, Uppo who haunted me …

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A Palestinian Seeks Therapy

I want to say israel made me lose everything to history I had no hand in I was born brown to a family that picked oranges not fights 

I want to say I am here in my body but I …

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Eminent Domain Tanka

Said her husband once of her eyes fed to the cats why weep at the sight of small, outstretched hands, my love morning we’ll go South * Fleeing, too late, bodies crash, necks snapped on the clean sill brief fleshy …

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Looking for Shade in Beirut

* corrupt and corrupting I proceed like a chant upon a hill, I decorate: my days with more days oh dreams do not wake, shut eyes! oh how the air can create how the hours blend, all gone! at once …

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antigone 4

for peter twal when elephants mourn their dead, they do it quiet. no sound, just puffs of air from tender trunks that nuzzle fallen tusks and lower jaws. the pillars of their legs shuffling around those great grey faces. antigone …

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Losing It

When I lost it—tipsy from stolen beers in a red VW bus parked on a suburban street, 19— it wasn’t to my boyfriend. No, it wasn’t to that good-boy baseball player. Even though he had been waiting for a year. …

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Years we lived close to the bone

When the dog died, I woke up with a mouth full of fur. I think she would get a kick out of that but it takes hours to will myself from bed. More to endure the morning, to not fill …

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Like Smoke Does

Ama, speak Arabic, please, I still understand it. No, America didn’t make me forget, like it forgets my name. / It’s fine there, except people keep asking to see my hair. He can make his own plate, knows the names …

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Substitute

Think about reason – bonk bonk. Well, at least let me tell you about biography – bonk. My heaven is slight, eager to appear, a lung full. I love my friends and some days I hate them, spirits suddenly replaced …

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Porch Haiku

On the porch the men argue, the cat sleeps. On the porch— we shut up for a minute to hear cicadas. On the porch listening to the radio— no survivors. On the porch I watch a dog eat from the …

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