March 2, 2018

Inshallah

You who in sudden oases

uplift handfuls of sand and my fate

You date-tasting on my tongue

as I search migrating storks for good omens:

you, too, are desperate for my longing.

These wrists split open reveal

waterlogged petals inside. 

You: a gasping 

sunlight.

You rich...

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