Picture this: my parents left the buzz of two cities- one in Egypt, the other in New York- just to end up in quiet rural suburb in Texas. Continue reading “a mosaic of past poetry”
Her teeth are like jagged mountains,
So don’t tell her her smile looks like the sunset.
Her thighs are as wide as rivers,
Where a bush stays unkept upstream.
When you tell her the arch of her slender back reminds you of valleys,
She’ll remind you she was born under a rock,
The sun never showed her any love.
When she sings she is loud and raspy,
So when you tell her that her voice sounds like bluebirds,
She’ll growl at you
cause there is nothing singsong about her.
I see signs everywhere. Continue reading “My psycho(e)”
I was falling asleep, falling into your sheets, your pillow felt like clouds, Continue reading “don’t tell me you want me”
Her hips swayed when she walked. She pulled out a cigarette and offered me one.
I am in love with the world.