Home-packing

Remember to pack along the following:

-Freshly-baked Taboun, smelling like babies

-kisses on both cheeks, a turning of heads

- Merenge on the rooftops of old buildings, the old bites the new foreign

-men who greet men, women who greet women, neither to greet one another

- A glass of Sangarias with fresh apples

- Different directions to prayer, God has decent ears

- my father acting out as an alarm clock, beeping, each time with a softer desperation for my wakening

- the flowers that open only at night, soaking the sunlight for fragrance

- Chai-Na'na', mint-tea, made with one spoon of sugar to keep to healthy eating

- the kid who died in an accident, the kid who was killed, the consolations that painted the town with their faces, like children who were lost but earth found them

- a pinch on my mother's slate cheeks, to make possible impossibilities

- a woman who asks when will I get married, for the fear of continuity grows

- your beard tickling my forehead in the summer, a kiss is a kiss

let's see, have I forgotten to bring anything else in my continental suitcase?