Tuesday, April 19
CHAOS THEORY The coming is a machete in your mouth. The sex took us to downtown Baltimore. The television brought us the floods. The refugees ate water; the president apologized. The green-eyed woman asked me to define jihad. The window let rain in. The man dreamt of Oaxaca. The grief billowed and the morning slit through. The tunnel cosseted men. The land became a feather and the feather found your mother's black hair. (Hala Ayan)