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Eid Mubarak
Life is full of strangers who are equal to the task of absence. The holes they climb out…
Valentine’s Day, Syria, 2012[1]
Suwayda women, you’re so craftyFat red paper hearts you cut niftilyPaste pics of bashar on the pointy endColor…
The Burial Note Secured on Mama’s Lapel with a Safety Pin
To Whom It May Concern: Mama cravespeople like the Pope craves the windowwith a microphone. She knows two…
Comprehension
If you peel back the moon, you’ll find the skin of the universe, its matter and veins, the…
Raet Meets Me at Behoos
If I cry on a cairo street alone tear my face apart like this city does kindness someone…
Scrambled
I’m scared of the stove so my mother cooks my eggs. Perhaps one day it will click, but…
Things I’ve learned
The best way to commit suicide is to keep living The best way to keep living is to…
Dearest Night, Come Swiftly
As a child of four, she learned to fall asleep …
tarfa
you are not a loan hayati but a gift that unfolds like a silk scarf staircase i descend…
the pericardium as a looking-glass
(i) lulled, like the only pair of eyes you told me about. it is customary here, to nap in the afternoon…