Last Tuesday
Last Tuesday
I wasn’t enough of a poet
to note how the falling rain
would split the sky
It doused the fires in my heart
till its casing cracked
It hammered the pyramids of my mind
and washed a fool up onto the Sphinx’s throne
I carry thirty summers in a quiver of pointed questions
and they joined the water dance
Exotic
Their most ethereal season
and their last
Last Tuesday
I read a column in a newspaper. It was clear as crystals
but its explanation of why sugar tastes sweet
didn’t make my mind water
Nothing tastes sweet to me since the first time my heart burned
When a woman told me I was “bitter sugar”
thirty somethings ago
as she passed me by in a familiar hell
Last Tuesday
my family realized I am an infidel
because all I know of religion is what God has told us
Translation from the Arabic