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Poetic Leanings

Eighty-Something

Hurt, hoisted

Like

A flag

Unfurled

At half mast

On an empty street.

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Poetic Leanings

Words don’t break my bones

“I ¬†love you”

 

“I miss you”

 

Words rush out

racing to meet

someone

something.

 

No one.

Nothing.

 

(Found on the memo app on my phone, I think it was written in early 2011) 

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Poetic Leanings

Dreams

I’ve been dreaming

Of you –

and me

And all of us.

Together again

Like the people we used to be.

 

Of remembering

Tafseer

Teachers

And untidy triumphs

In tangles of misogyny.

 

Of reunions

Terror

Tempests

And tidy trumpets

In twists of fidelity.

 

And me –

Just me

In my tattiest dress

And I couldn’t care less.

 

Still wet from a swim

In a river I wish I was real

My hair,

Curly,

Unruly

Conspicuous

Never mind the veil.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Poetic Leanings

We too were once that girl

We too were once
That girl
With hope flowering
in her heart as
an embrace of possibility.

We too were once
That girl
Doodling a name
A thousand times over

in the margins of
the cash receipts journal.

We too were once
That girl
With love on her lips
ready to spring out
in the bitter winter cold
to smile into your eyes.

We too were once
That girl
Who hoped
and prayed
and believed
that life would be beautiful.

Whatever in the world happened to her?