KUN FAYAKUN

your eyes are selfish & I am greedy.
the sea eats and eats, the coast (Land)
receding peak climate disaster. I miss you.
what is a country but an abstraction; a fantastical making?
a country is lost & a country is found, hidden between
your tongue.
I want to eat, fish-bones making new teeth. we are divined,
no body made without lust & survival. do you
remember God’s hands? the lift of your cheekbones?
how you were blown into your mother?
the apocalypse is knocking, starving, and still
I swear by no nation, no border, no man.
we are delirious in bed. pass the honey, the cream,
the feteer. Once, the weapons remade me.
Give me his eyes. I have no use for your gun

leena aboutaleb is an Egyptian and Palestinian writer searching for fruiting trees to sleep under. Her chapbook Expeditions of Projection was released in 2023 by VIBE. She can be virtually located @na5leh on Twitter.