Almost four years have gone by since I moved to Cairo. These poems are their fruit, written at various times and in various places here in Cairo and in the middle east. A distillation of strong experiences that slowly gestated until I gouged them out.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
On the Metro
You kissed me on the metro, on the mouth, lingeringly. "So sad," you said. At 6:30 in the morning In front of the fat man. Luis, the boy from Columbia, You kissed me on the metro.
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