Once

I.

once under a long-stemmed moon
we became human for a minute

like a woman wearing a black abaya
with a gold filigree rose inside

singing softly behind a high wall
in the market in old Aleppo

II.

i cannot think of why
you created me

remnant of
my father’s mind

there are splinters of knowing
(you and me)

open to the sky between
the tiny pieces of terror

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