more peace, more love, and five more poems from far away. ❤.
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april 25, 2009. saturday.
i spit metal into a sink today.
i should probably be able to make more of that than i am,
but i can’t.
the dentist was nice, with soft hands
stray hairs grew up his cheekbone, trailing away from his beard.
my aunt told him my life story while he drilled my teeth.
he mmm’d and said he was impressed
it bothers me more than it should when i wonder if he was telling the truth.
april 26, 2009. sunday.
it hurts more than you would think to realize
that something you thought you knew how to do for years
is completely wrong.
bismillahi ar-rahman ar-raheem.
that fact that is it these words i still cannot say
shakes me somewhere that hasn’t been touched in a while.
april 27, 2009. monday.
marriages arranged through phone calls make me nervous
like not enough words spread into too large a space.
he has blue eyes, they tell me
like it should make a difference.
is it wrong that it does?
april 28, 2009. tuesday.
why won’t you let me remember you like this,
like dusty roads and sun too hot
to be allowed?
i don’t want to remember you in high-rise cities
while taxi cabs zoom by
it makes you seem too real.
why won’t you just be my dream?
april 29, 2009. wednesday.
hijab shopping in furnaj –
boys in nike shirts
aacida at night.
does it get better than this?