To My Uncle
Time stopped...
Oh, little goldfish,
leaning upon your throne of glass...
Grief stared at the sonogram with me
for the weeks that turned into months...
I've been wandering around this plane
It seems to exist in two meaningful places...
Do we breathe while we sleep?
In the silent night's deep...
There’s a space now in the corner
where you used to sit and knit...
I am liar
My heart lied while beating...
Burnt out bulbs
dark windows...
Palestine is a nation of pride but its
Striving for justice against all wrongs...
Move those legs and run.
Find the quickest route...
You said you couldn't sleep last night,
'Cause your mind's caught up in what might be...
Sharp and accusing they lie
entangled in pale blue strands...