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by k. eltinaé

you are not a loan hayati
   but a gift that unfolds like
               a silk scarf staircase

       from heaven

                          heaven                 wandering              but

                                         every greeting is you.

what does it mean
               to be
                   a passenger
                          if the coach has carried
                                             your belongings    to a  cliff
that crumbled

              past        sky

                            رفیقي        رفیق العمر كل       ما في عیوني ضال  
i’m back in
some cafe 
and people think
i’m interesting y tal
cause i'm wearing black also when i whisper عود
they think perfume or
my heart, that hollowed out instrument 
played by a family friend between sips of tea 
what i mean is
return with
the force of a sandstorm habibi.                                                         

malexi dawa bay

Photo courtesy of Cairo Kid
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