SEASIDE HOUSE 290420 – 050520
A. Jameela (1928 - ∞)
I.
You may find yourself
Bulling around in a skeletal battle of field
And you may find yourself
Asking what you've been doing for fifty-two years
And you may find yourself
Lost and scared of what you've found
And you may find yourself
With legs boned to stray dogs and strayer impulses to blow your brains out
And you may ask yourself
How to bury people alive
And you may ask yourself
Can parents shrug their kids off and die
And you may ask yourself
Do people leave without putting up a fight
And you may ask yourself
How did I get here
II.
A hundred instant-photos
Voice-messages
Missed telephone calls
961 1 54 2002
Now who will you be with just an answer machine?
All the numbers she'd cared about
Ahlam
Hanan
Kamel
Leila
Ranya
Mohammad
Hasib
Now fading ink on brittling cartoon skin boxed away with
Wallpaper (Qul huwa Allahu ahad / Qul 'A'udhu Bi-Rabbin-Nas / Qul 'A'udhu Bi-Rabbil-Falaq / Qul ya ayyuhal-Kafiroun)
A corn-popper
A drying machine
A washing machine
A blender with nine lives
A bowl of rotten carots
At least a thousand poems on crispy paper
Many glasses whoses thicknesses varied over almost a hundred years
A balloon pump from 2004
A lot of stupid words - said for caring much more - had stopped spinning in the air
Fallen down
Mashed against the dirty carpet
Somewhere in the darkness
A late taxi driver's smoke finally goes out
III.
She never left you
Her bruised-with-asphyxia body wasn't who you thought
I know it looked blacked out / distinguishably strange / painfully familiar
All wrapped up like a vegetable
Cold like a bench
Unmoved like a stone
Undefended
Left alone
Earthy hairs and a brittling mineral frame
