From the waist down,
you're bruised with judgement...
It's Tuesday morning.
7 a.m...
The sizzling sound
was sweated through the walls...
Touch me,
I am turmuric and lemongrass...
As a child,
I sang the ABCD song...
Come here.
Get used to watching...
Sunflowers are letting winter
into their color...
The last fire
that raped my city...
Go back to where you
came from...
i'm sorry i'm the way i am
i sprint like a startled cat...
There goes the alarm clock,
the disturbing buzz...
I was a third grader when the school psychologist...
I remember now the sky of Damascus, in 2013...