She doesn't read
nor does she orgasm.
Dancing, sucking her belly toward her spine.
sway to the mumble of a lute,
descend the trellis of her,
sweep bare feet.
Have you seen the brown-necked raven
who builds a home inside a bomb shelter?
The laughing dove who nests in olive trees?
I am given the name of an American cheerleader; I am
almond eyes & thighs
& rug-burned knees
I don't know which I prefer:
to be a child in my father's house
a servant in my husband's
or liberated by a
A Pole-Dancing Muslim Miss USA
Carrying a basket into a field
disappearing parcel by parcel.
She mourns groves of desire.
like an American in the street or some Mesopotamian desert
at midnight in the afternoon.
The bulbul also sings.
Someday my name will sound like Olds,
will sound like Plath.
Someday, in my father's Spanish inflection,
will sound like Abughattàs.
13.created by God
coffee and tea.
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