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ORIGINS AND SHATTERED CONCRETE

some days you miss                           
the dusty, littered streets         
of your home, houses
 
hung from the yellowed
sky, loud boom
of the athan five times
 
a day. despite being
a temporary visitor, with
fingers clutching suitcases,
 
toes steeped in American
soil, someone always reminds
you of that makeshift hospital
 
on Queen Rania Street
where you were born. some
days you want to drown
 
in your grandmother’s black
abaya. love resides in arms
so you learned how to
 
walk that shattered concrete,
smoke smooth mint hookah,
dip pita bread into
 
zaat then zaatar, lay on rooftop
patios, haggle in crowded
bazaars, speak Arabic, hear
 
your name, noor ― as in light ―
spoken with a rolled r, spoken
like it should be.
Picture
Tina Modotti. Hands Resting on Tool, 1927. Palladium print. The J. Paul Getty Museum, Los Angeles.

Noor Hindi is currently pursuing her MFA in poetry through the NEOMFA. Her micro-chapbook Diary of a Filthy Woman is forthcoming from Porkbelly Press in 2018. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Jet Fuel Review, Diode Poetry, Whiskey Island Magazine, Flock Literary Journal, and Foundry. Hindi is also a poetry reader for BOAAT Journal. She writes for The Devil Strip Magazine. Check out her poetry blog at nervouspoodlepoetry.com.
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