Dua for [ ]
he was named for the Eighth his hands a source of light
nails small moons in bloom ringed fingers I didn’t inherit
let me be a mirror let me rupture the foil
help me help him climb through
man is adam is aadmi I understand lineage
woman is eve is aurat is eyes on bare skin
do you prefer his song its defectiveness
to mine? please listen to my hair exposing
me, loose and unaware of itself.
my brother — he once vanished
a button like Yunus in the whale
an amulet in his stomach something
I neglected to see round and astonishing, something
I now know was divine.
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