Anna Boyiazis, from “Finding Freedom in the Water”, Zanizibar, 2018. Source: lifestyle.luxusni-bydleni-praha.com
Tremolo Provocateur
untuned time
those improvised lines
unearthed tragedies
awaited
agency is someone else’s fortune
when all they see
genres of what we be
عيون ترسم واقعا لتلوم ما لم يكن
ويغدو الآخر في خيال مقتبس
strings to flesh
flesh to being
سرد من الآخر
being trembling
strings to being
unmuting our senses
to resonance
our response-ability
Babbling
I lost all interest in small talk
the sounds of “how you’ve been” fade into tempos on be/longing
those “we never see you around” are my burdens of absence
we absent in your visibility
show-up
grounded-flocks
always in groups
while we keep it real
the politics of absence
my poetics in absence
yet
all interested in small talk
chit-chatter
fussing-matter
tongue-tied
calculable-ties
planes-dropping
quivering-lives
death-tolls
heightened-drives
street-dreams
protest-screams
yet
all in small talk
Shaimaa Abdelkarim is a PhD student mostly researching into the resistant and idiosyncratic desires of human rights scholars. Some of her poems appear in Burning House Press and a few coming in print sometime too soon with Silver Pinion.
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