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.
Monday, June 22, 2009
In the Hamam
Sitting in the hamam I watch the dead skin peel off Until it covers my arms, My legs, torso.
Other youths skylark around, Throwing plastic cups and water But, like in a daydream, the Steam devours me.
1 comment:
I loved the scene you built with these few words
>>>>>>> Applause<<<<<<<
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