"Encounters" by Hedy Habra, from Tea in Heliopolis
In
the tower of a restored Italian cloister a bourgeois restaurant
flourishes
in its loggias I meet the high dignitaries of my adventures
my
djins and afrits
We're
trapped in the basement of a building in Beirut with many
unknown
families we'll have to cross the street at dawn
to
change shelter during the next truce
In
a car parked in a dark alley a hand slowly outlines my eyes
the
bridge of my nose lingers at my lips and neck
everyone
hears my heartbeat
Alone
in my bed again crying I hit with my fists the indifferent wall
On
an indefinite sheet of water surrounded by two lines of rowers
she
watches the rhythmic synchronized movements
of
their gigantic oar
the
boat barely touches the surface
Your
smile tells me in a stairwell "You haven't changed in twenty
years
you stood it all well"
it's
getting harder to sit i become heavier every day i'm no longer
good
for anything anymore i'd like a small drop to warm
my
heart up children bring my shawl please
We
walked hand in hand over brittle pine needles wild oregano
in
bloom thorny umbels swarming with shiny ants
it’s
impossible my house isn't for sale i'll never sell
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