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[mizraim]

Fable
By Adam Ahmed

It’s not
the bedroom
it’s the kitchen
we slice the
pomegranates
in halves
our hands
ruby from
the juice. It’s
not the bed
room’s cold
I put my red
jacket on
expecting it
to pour
when I bite
you’re not
supposed
to have the skin.
It’s not the room
it’s the bed
I put my red
jacket on
expecting it
to happen.
You look at
your ruby
hands screaming
you’re not
supposed to have
the skin.