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PO# 543030
Singapore
Singapore
immeasurable void
October 16, 2015
 

And I'm sorry
that
we've grown apart

but I couldn't sympathize
with a
lackadaisical lover.

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October 15, 2015
 

I've set out the stars,
the seas
and the skies
for her.

But she loved Marx
and his ideas
even more.

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October 13, 2015
 

A Summer storm
encircled
your heart

and
I decided that you
needed to be left
alone.

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October 12, 2015
 

"If my body were to be buried beneath the earth, would a flower bloom from the space where my heart used to be?"

Dearest, a whole garden would spring forth.

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October 10, 2015
 

I used to watch my late grandfather pray. The rays of the Sun would illuminate his forehead and his beads of sweat were like that of pearls. His gaze lowered to the praying mat, whilst clasping his left wristbone with his right hand and placed them below his navel— signifying his humbleness before his Lord, The Almighty.

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October 9, 2015
 

Though
what lies within him
is not a wrath
that leaves everything
in ruins,

but a wrath
that is like a deep ocean
that swallows everything
into its abyss.

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October 9, 2015
 

My friend,
they asked you for your name
and you replied with the westernized version of it.
I asked why
and you replied that you were afraid.
Afraid?
Afraid their lips would stretch to a side
making apparent their contempt for your name.
Their confusion.
Afraid they use their colloquial
and fit it into your name to mock it
after you left their presence.
Afraid your name would get you arrested.
Afraid your name would get you detained at an airport.
Afraid it would cause people to run away from you,
after realizing that you are not colonized.
Afraid your name would bruise their tongue.

My friend, you are too kind.

But this will not stop them from being ignorant about you and y...

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October 9, 2015
 

Such a shame,
you treat
these good people
with such
disdain.

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October 8, 2015
 

And perhaps
our calamity is that
we blab
about civilization

but our hearts
are resting in the stone age.

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October 8, 2015
 

Steal what you will
from
the colors of my sea

because
this flesh
was not made for
eternity.

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October 7, 2015
 

I have just
a little bit
to give you.

But

it is
all of me.

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October 7, 2015
 

Her hips
quaked the
Egyptian mountains.

Her eyes gave
the Mediterrenean Sea
its blueness.

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October 7, 2015
 

And I believe

you are the only one

successful in reaching

my most concealed.

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October 6, 2015
 

And if you silently complain to me
that you are homesick
then I will pull your hand
and place your palm against my chest
and remind you that this
is your homeland.

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October 5, 2015
Singapore, Singapore

Mother
I've gathered all
of beauty's adjectives
from all languages
and fled
to the corners of the world
and told the inhabitants
that I know no soul
more luminous and sincere
than yours.

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October 5, 2015
 

And when you receive abuse
from those who share the same flesh,
remind them of Al-Nakba,
of noisy children with smiles smeared with dirt,
of laughter during Iftaar in Ramadan,
of empty streets during prayer time,
of Umm Kalthoum,
of bustling markets,
of broken vases,
of taxi honks,
of Eidul Fitr,
of picnic by the sea.
Remind them of how
revolution changes countries
and wounds
are healed.

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October 4, 2015
 

I was of fire
and her, the sea.
Had I uttered a word to her
in my native tongue of flames,
my love
would have been
lost in translation.

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October 4, 2015
 

And language itself
Fled away
In shame

For words were
Obsolete
In her presence

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