I ate my country as we laid bare and scorching
licked a shivering delicate like a placenta
tongue up thighs like a cannibal, like an urgency, like a Palestinian
akh ya Rabi, I’m so infatuated with country-land
I draw borders in oil pastels, how delirious of me
turn the Opera on let us hear a woman in love Scream and restart Time
Thick Dust spilling min lips like a LOVE SONG in Spring
bas I persist, recount the demographic Wars wa Genocide like a mouse-trap
how Firm I / We Remained the FLORA so envious, making mountain-top
even sweeter in Mangled Nectar BITE IN! THIS IS YOURS!
in the matter of Return [RETURN] I claim the Moon
wa Mars as uninhabitable [no orchids, soil for sale] — My Body
Knows Return, Knows Land
LAND who Knows [Language LANGUAGE] SHAMS
wa ‘Amar wa Bahr wa wa wa there is no END, there is no END!
MA / FI
my great-great-great grandchild eats the light
and does not become the sun. our daughters lick
figs’ sugared tendons, marrying the seas beyond
to see infinite possibilities of one’s homeland it is a graveyard
resurrected emerging in a worm-hole the voids are singing
كان نفسي ربي كل الدنيا أجيبها ليك
لكن ماكانشي قصاد حنانك دا يوفيك
the soul-eater no longer asks for my pleasure, it gives gives gives
as if I beyond river, past sea, no ocean but an orgasm,
futurity is movement, parsing beyond, look Look!
the Swell of SUN aching as body Swore I am Dead Sea
beyond expanses, blushing Red Sea, The Fate
Eaten, the Dinner during which all Figs turned
to Dust and Rot in my hands and still, Still,
I love my home. I play the Classical Radio and cry
the notes swell like a child and I cry, my home
my country, my land, my home, my country, my land
the empire of dirt & honey, light & sea, I remain corrupted
and virtuous of sheer being, of mere spite. in Return, I LOVE
I am drizzling in jasmines and fucking in thyme-beds I KNOW
THE TRUTH
and I sleep, I wake, I bake fresh bread, I am made love and Love
my home, my country, my land, still, Still
