Trish Salah

Gemmayze

 

Wake to
    I don’t know what
               is a room
of no reprieve

Beside itself this city is
               not itself
        I’m not
               of it     either

Behind my eyes
               the light is continuous
                               fractures
  time’s moment

Outside
   hustling bodies
 and the rain
               I lost the device
       long dreamt
could capture

Walking is
    good intuition if
              thought is not integrated
    the foreigner
      whose unknown tongue

                              Climb the solitary steps
                 excepting the voices
 that dream and practice
      to sleep

Night brings
          music’s envelope
       and body taken
    how to want
that war
   dancing
  beyond your window?