Today I said good morning,
you answered Sabah Il Kheir
why cannot we rest on one language here?
but we can pick and choose what works better with coffee
morning reminds me of yesterday
what I allowed myself willingly to forget
overnight, there was much to process in my sleep
and more to process with buiscuits
there is a fine line between being strange
and feeling familiar, like the sound of morning rain
the invention of one word to summarize the whole
as if we were missing if strangers
screw the lands that demand of me
to greet the morning
in two languages
but gives me silence when I ask for more.
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