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Majid Sits in a Tree and Sings
This morning, I wake with a bird in my heart.
Taken from 'New Poetries VII'...My mother smiles only for me. I bash my car into the wall. Sometimes she tells me to be quiet. Today, she laughs. The men came in the hottest part of the day. A walk, my love, a small walk, she says. In the stairwell, the mothers hold their children. The guns shine in the sun. I am a man, this is no time for play, I do not hide. We shuffle in, look for a seat in the stands. A big black bird comes down from the sky. The grown-ups hold their breath. They are blinking a lot. The bird likes the meat hanging on the goalposts. Tonight, my mother says I can sleep in her bed. I make my back into a curved shell against her legs. She strokes her palm across my forehead. In the middle of the night, I watch her on her knees. She tips her head backwards. I see all of her neck. |
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