You
are the alchemist
of
your loneliness.
You
can create anything
in
its place.
2/8/16
My Father - Yehuda Amichai
The memory of my father is wrapped up in
white paper, like sandwiches taken for a day at work.
Just as a magician takes towers and rabbits
out of his hat, he drew love from his small body,
and the rivers of his hands
overflowed with good deeds.
2/7/16
Beauty - Warsan Shire
My older sister soaps between her legs, her hair
a prayer of curls. When she was my age, she stole
the neighbour's husband, burnt his name into her skin.
For weeks she smelt of cheap perfume and dying flesh.
It's 4 a.m. and she winks at me, bending over the sink,
her small breasts bruised from sucking.
She smiles, pops her gum before saying
boys are haram, don't ever forget that.
Some nights I hear her in her room screaming.
We play Surah Al-Baqarah to drown her out.
Anything that leaves her mouth sounds like sex.
Our mother has banned her from saying God's name.
Transmutation - Gael Turnbull
It
was as if she couldn’t know herself. Only other persons could
do
that. When she searched for her image, there was always the
reminder:
one green eye, one brown. Her mother had tried to
reassure
that it made her attractive, interesting, that it was an asset,
not
a defect
which
wasn’t what troubled, or even the lack of symmetry, but that
when
she looked in the mirror, she was always reversed, with her
green
eye on the left, her brown on the right. Only others saw her
as
she was. Only others might make the affirmation, ‘You are’. For
her,
it was always the reflection, ‘Am I?’
2/6/16
2/4/16
"It hurt when I found out she dug her lies more than my truth" - Henry Rollins
It
hurt when I found out she dug her lies more than my truth
It
hurt when she finally broke down and saw the real thing
She
was so let down
She
felt like she had been ripped off
My
truth incinerated her lies
I
asked her if she loved me
She
said that I wasn't the person she thought she knew
I
told her I was right here
I
was a lie to her lie
I
let her down
I
couldn't feel bad for being myself
It
hurts to think that when we were looking into each other's eyes
We
were looking at strangers we thought we knew so well
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