Girls Like Me Turn Jasmine. A Delicate Flower Asks To Be Picked. An Unknown Country Wants To Be Besieged.

“Girls like me turn jasmine. A delicate flower asks to be picked. An unknown country wants to be besieged. I wear this colour as a mountain wears snow.”

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“Yellow Fever” by Natalie Wee, after Franny Choi, published in The Puritan

Find Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines on Amazon / Goodreads.

A honeycomb drip from your lips, my beloved; honey and milk under your tongue and smell of your cloths as a fragance of Lebanon.

Paraphrasis caldayca. Los cantares de Selomoh. Amsterdan 

Egypt, Cairo. View from The Citadel. 2002, Stuart Franklin  

I carry deserts in my chest,

the hot sand of silence.

—Edmond Jabès, The Book of Questions: Volume I. Wesleyan, 1991 (translated by  Rosmarie Waldrop)