I was born there,
Near a lingering dream,
When my mother, alone with her passion,
(I’m alone still, an orphan)
Arranged her dreams in boxes called “us"
And then returned the next morning to
Press her eyes to shed kohl
While she slept, we lay as naked as a freshly washed tunic
Inhaling alienation as we dried
Faleeha Hassan
Translated by William M. Hutchins
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