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”
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”
Mama always told me not to listen to anyone but god.
So I’ve broken crosses and burned holy books in the name of god.
I’m listening really closely mama,
and I think my name is god.
I’ve had a series of ego-diminishing experiences happen to me this week. Continue reading “I keep dying and that isn’t the problem”
I asked Saul, this ten-year-old know-it-all I nanny, “how do you feel about killing ants?” His response was “that question makes me very uncomfortable.”