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It's Saturday. Ma drops the needle
It’s Saturday. Ma drops the needle on a Percy Sledge LP and we scrub, wipe, clean the old place; the stewing curry punctuating the air.
Read moreBro, I love you
Bro, I love you—this is selfish ’cause it’s you in there—but it hurts to raise my hands to plexiglass & only see the sweat of your palms.
Read moreIn the stacks there are no slaps
In the stacks there are no slaps & sucking of teeth. Mel & I hide there a lot; words another home for ourselves. But only for an afternoon.
Read moreMy brother bent down on a pray mat
My brother bent down on a pray mat that he won’t take with him when he’s deported. I miss him, the new Arabic words awkward in my mouth.
Read moreStay away. Papa says…
Stay away. Papa says he can die knowing you’re safe. So can I. Come back when the sky & sea can undress, unmolested; all of us left be.
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