It's #tbt! Enjoy this great one from SWWIM Every Day's archives!
When I was born, the brightness burned and I cried out; the terror and the beauty of going inside out. What early blackout brought me to your sea? Your waves undo me, your moon’s blue aura pulls my tide out. Why peer into the crystal sphere for reasons? Why smother our own selves in cross-eyed doubt? I keep swallowing hard and coming back with my cloud of dust and bugs you shoo-flied out. Half my heart is somewhere in Orion's belt; the other half, monsoon, turns your riptide out. Hunt me if you will. I am a hunter, too. Your blazing doom cannot perceive my cool hideout. I was a child of prayer, and still breathe that light, but light cannot ignite the spot where the fire died out. Just aim a little closer to perfect, you keep saying; but this arrow's just about bull's-eyed out.
Siham Karami is the author of To Love the River (Kelsay Books, 2018), described as “a love story about life.” Her work has appeared in The Orison Anthology, Smartish Pace, Tiferet Journal, Able Muse, Think, and others. Third-place winner of the Beulah Rose poetry contest, and nominated multiple times for both the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net, she blogs at sihamkarami.wordpress.net.
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