| Round Metal Plate Feed the oil lamp even if I died years from now under my bed a metal fork marking my forehead, Feed... until it decides that oil is no better than fat feed her well-brought branches in coconut shells, intermittent cold gases laterally cut bananas and hot java in worn-out foot balls she likes politely-prepared foods no salt and no politics, and there'd be no reason not to invite the velvet worms ©Aya Ibrahim Bassiouny 2007 |
| Dear Obsessed Friend, You must not make the mailbox your life. Incidentally, you might find an interesting thing or two. Or a couple of disappointing things. It's true. But you must never make it your life. Even if it was. ©Aya Ibrahim Bassiouny 2007 |
| What Halawa said the last time he spoke "No puedo ser lo que no soy", he said. "Look," she said, "I can't understand what you're saying. But, I think your Spanish is bad. As bad as your English, probably. You always speak Arabic, through your nostrils." "Well," he said, "As long as my nostrils speak, I will not speak to you again." ©Aya Ibrahim Bassiouny 2007 |