Tuesday, December 30, 2014

On growing up in the middle east

We live in the shade of oneness,  crumpled 
we make a possibility of ourselves, 
stretched like rows of teeth
a set for the parents, 
another for the eyes that follow the steps

when thirsty we drink goat-milk 
and ride camels, for the joy of nomadic life
How many of these elements do you see on my face?
only these moles on my skin remind me of sunshine.  

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