four figures in the desert, by a rock, or a stone
the language
that they speak
only makes
sense
under the
water.
four figures in the desert, by a rock, or a stone
the language
that they speak
only makes
sense
under the
water.
“Have ye thought upon Al-Lat and Al-‘Uzzá
and Manāt, the third, the other?
These are the exalted gharāniq [cranes], whose intercession is hoped for.”
goodbyes for exodus
i.
there is a girl on our street who for a dime will eat any insect
that doesn’t die on its way to her mouth. her dad watches and talks to us about god and how lonely it must’ve been to not know for so long which language to learn. if there is food in my house, it’s gone. hunger is proof that I’ve struck only those people
who’ve entered my dream oblivious that they’ve come back for more. the girl tells me that if I don’t close my eyes