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Woman

You will come here with a rose in one hand

a mouth full of adjustments

& I will tell you that I prefer tulips,

& men who don’t try to tailor me.


If you run away,

I will lock the door after you.

And if you choose to stay, I will stir the taboo -

Lay its outstretched limbs on the table

And this is how you will never forget me.

I carry my bedouin ancestors’ audacity

My mother’s dignity 

And my father’s spirit. 


You will come here with a bouquet in one hand

A promise ring in the other

But you will not have me.

I will tell you to spit out the mediocrity

Empty your hands

Bite off what you can chew

And you will still think of me.



Education St., East Cambridge, MA.

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