poems about refugees – live in the layers

from UNIVERSAL THEORY IN WHICH EVERY FAILED GESTURE
TOWARDS LOVE IS A SOULMATE FROM AN ALTERNATE TIMELINE

Let’s say god is every failed history of speculation – say history
is the space between two lovers endlessly out of reach –

we feigned divinity & it got us this far – this is how I know
we were Palestinian in every timeline – ancestored from earth

to earth, our infinite loops of breath are how the universe loves itself
back, perpetual – proof that every love language boils down

to recursion – the only country I can surely Return to is a people
who sent the timelines spiraling with their stubborn & earth

-laced fists. None of this is speculative – there are people inside
the people we were born into & all of them survived

so many unspeakables. In this life, we will cry over foaming
qahwa as you tell me only one of us can Return to the country

we call home, before distancing ourselves a plane ride we’ll never
take. You tell me all will be well. Say, we know the shattering of space

-time’s topology as inheritance; in this way, we’re chasing
each other though neither of us are chasing back –

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