That’s all I know.
I know that.
Even when I don’t see how. Even when I can’t see a path.
Even when I can’t see at all.
“رجعوني على داري”
she demanded
“return me to my home”
i can’t look through my baby pictures without crying / this is a new development / suddenly, holding two decades in my hands / is so so daunting…
Not a moment slips past its careful eye /
Time – / stands – immobile / and ever alert,
When someone says “dream dinner party,” what usually comes to mind? I hear people’s descriptions and my mind paints a picture of their imaginary gatherings: lavish dining rooms, luxurious lighting, famous guests…
I sit / in the dark / late into the night / in the lifeless living room / having lost my way back to my bed…
Just be a good little Arab / Palestinian? What’s that? / Be a good little Arab…
Is it my fault though? / For wanting someone who will recognize my melancholic smile? / For wanting someone to share the heartache that is life with?
