pre-digested nouvelle sustenance

in a direct language

for my mother who can't read

/a cartography of speeds and intensities/

"all along the tigris river bend"

grandmother lays to hym seeding the page in her antiquity

smell

in the same tongue

they break the sweet date palms

watching from a bridge of quiet movement

the reflection of
need
off

center

slouching towards Bethlehem

pressed as wine into the page

curled like an iris

crying into the infinite tear

marking the where we left off




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