first writing since

by Suheir Hammad
published in MER221

there have been no words.
i have not written one word.
no poetry in the ashes south of canal
no prose in the refrigerated trucks
   driving debris and dna.
not one word.

today is a week, and seven is of
   heavens, gods, science.
evident out my kitchen window is an
   abstract reality.
sky where once was steel.
smoke where once was flesh.

fire in the city air and i feared for my

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