Here It Is
By Mohja Kahf
Photo via Unsplash
Here it is Ramadan
and I forgot to pray
I can think only of you
Here it is iftar
and I forgot to eat
I’m banqueting on a spice
that’s not on this table
Here it is nightfall
I forgot to switch on the lights
There is a chandelier
in my ribcage
Here it is dawn
and I’ve forgotten—
what is it
I am to do by sunrise?
Oh yes: Slip away,
die, live—
Here it is.
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