Looking For Gold | Miracle

Post edited 12:51 pm – October 13, 2009 by zainab

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When you tell me that I am a miracle 

I can't believe

I am no more miracle

than crossing on

threads of dental floss

         green

          stringy

         waxed

is possible

crossing over from

me/to/you

you/to/me

I can't keep my balance

so how can you say

Stay

Stand your ground

When

You are always

fa

    ll

       ing

marking mines with little/white/flags

so I don’t explode

but I want to

ex/plo/de

into a million words of bilingual debris

pieces

finding each other

coming together

to/be

again

sometimes I can see

"miracle"

only

through frames

prescribed to me

frames that break from the heart

k'asr

cracking me open

so that your words glare into my  irises

Do not touch broken glass

irises do not break

they don't forget

they keep memories of your fingers

picking up shreds of a torn balloon

a little girl standing

with a little curl

listening

"everything is made to be broken/it

is life/rejoice in it"

learning

to divide by three/giving each a turn/to braid

years slowly/so they become/again

irises do not scare off that easy

you were always so scared of me

breaking, so scared you forgot our miracle –

listen to your irises –

I am not a crystal ashtray broken in a bag

I swell with love/air/rhythm and i do not burst

I fall to pick me up again

We do it together

all the time

me/and/you

you/and/i

crossing slowly

meeting at the middle, that's our thing

mornings offering tea and smells of sleep

fingers entangled in a mess of heritage –

us -

always barefoot –

on two strings of waxed dental floss