Poetry
To Cairo
Late night train from Luxor
A stop, not for tourists
Villagers, some wailing in burqas
Get on. A tortured man hoisted in hand.
His foot brushes my sleep fending body.
Eyes open. A prayer whispered
Please help me not get sick.
—
Enough
Do you think it’s been enough?
What you’ve done for this guy
His smart watch and ironed cuff,
A white shirt and daring tie.
On a counter near the sink
You grab another flower
Set it with green leaf and pink
Together in the vase an hour
Bunch them up then change them again
One branch too long, one too stout.
Not very complex they say about men
Yet a girl never knows how it will turn out.
Then he walks in and gazes at you
Taking out one stem, “I burn for you, too.”
—
Levantine Cuisine
Hair hid behind the hijab.
A cross around another’s neck.
Two women share their secrets
Of home learned recipes. And
The Egyptian didn’t know the Syrian’s
Levantine cuisine.
The next day American women
Turn off the news in disgust.
And one says to the other
Arabs are all terrorists.
—
A Red Towel and a Teal Couch
Two rooms:
a kitchen and a living.
Two needs:
a towel and a couch.
She pulls up her hair in a bun,
A clump falls out, she sticks it back in.
The funds are scarce,
but what about the aesthetic?
And the savings account,
but what about thrift?
At the designer store
she buys a red towel.
At the discount store
she buys a teal couch.
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