Dark Light


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
Related Posts


She has always been slow to move, languidly flipping and splashing in her warm pool. Today, she’s given…

Goodreads Book Club

When I was asked to write about our Middle East and North Africa (MENA) Goodreads group for Rowayat,…