they set my aunt’s house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who used to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like; dear god i come from two countries one is thirsty the other is on fire both need water.
later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered where does it hurt?
i shared a fart
it was art but with an (f)
and they all said thee (f)ing art was almighty
the almighty ordained it
and it was abstract
not off the wall (but nearly)
i clenched and all was good
could have been a painting on the wall
but no, i would have named it 'fall’
a dead pan no hope
but i caught it all on tape
i recorded that note
the note of trepidation
from within the great bowel of life
for ever deficating
noise making
one day to hold a tune
Pretty great! My once and future alma mater cleaned up today, too, but I napped through it. Huge snowstorm here, my pdoc drove through it for an hour to see the game She told me she was using my story of driving through a blizzard to stand outside in 20 below freezing weather to watch the Winter Classic as her justification.
I went into a house, and it wasn’t a house,
It has big steps and a great big hall;
But it hasn’t got a garden,
A garden,
A garden,
It isn’t like a house at all.
I went into a house, and it wasn’t a house,
It has a big garden and great high wall;
But it hasn’t got a may-tree,
A may-tree,
A may-tree,
It isn’t like a house at all.
I went into a house, and it wasn’t a house -
Slow white petals from the may-tree fall;
But it hasn’t got a blackbird,
A blackbird,
A blackbird,
It isn’t like a house at all.
I went into a house, and I thought it was a house,
I could hear from the may-tree the blackbird call…
But nobody listened to it,
Nobody
Liked it,
Nobody wanted it at all.