misplaced

I am half Arab
which country is my mother
which country is my father
the one that raised me
or the one that 
I secretly long for
inhabiting…

I stole into the henhouse

to fall in love with you

know me gone

know me gone
point me gentle 
through hard skins 
of boys who grew up
telling their father’s 
I’m OK 
I still rise the same
and broken, boundless
he becomes in his sight
he can picture himself anywhere 
and so there he goes

In Light of the Full Moon

the full moon approaches, connected, divine energy pulses….

they peck forward

eyes dark as opals 
they peck forward
the moment mounting in their warble
there is too much to eat, too many others
their feathers tell them there should be
no walls here
a farmer in a white construction hat
white gloves pale white lips 
interprets their mood for me
these birds are as happy as…

Winds

Gently do the strings

Of the eternal harp

He makes me

He

drives me crazy
I cannot live
without him.

Overdose

Honey you,

come,

close,

Just as I overdose.