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If bearing witness is a kind of victim- / hood, you’ll watch the world / burn from what.

no it’s cool Cortés arriving on the shores of Hispaniola is as good a place to start as any

Here—this gold
………….light in your hand
………….left its origin some
………….eon ago and that you know

………….as well as I is a joke
………….on the order of history making
a fool outta me.

………………………..Of course, to speak
………………………..is to hold the whole world’s history
………………………..in one’s mouth.

………….My little middle-
school maw spit
through gilt teeth. We’re all a victim of history—

………….even the liars long con the scapegoats.

Find us, as always, gnashing away
in camps or fleeing a pack of dogs.

………….My son tells
………………………..funny jokes, unaware

the history of his maker.

………………………..If bearing witness is a kind of victim-
………….hood, you’ll watch the world
………….burn from what.
………………………………………………………..Go on:………….

put it in terms of how much you paid.

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*quoted from Sam Sax’ tweet.

salat as a portrait of my father allowing him to first have grace and bad luck

…………[adhan]

I call upon peace-be-upon Ibrahim to bless him,
my father who is different from my pops the way a bar is
different from a rod depending on what
direction it’s swung or what end the I is held.

…………[standing]

Of course, there is
so much empire
in my father’s mind
could carve out extra : a buffer
zone for some other’s
empire : look close enough and you can make
out the precision of a blade : a hatchet drawn :
a sliver of silver moon.

…………[bowing]

Ibrahim in the Palm Springs of Washington
swings a hammock smack dab in the dog
days of summer, crowned
in a valley of apples—honey and milk
runneth over like too much of a good thing
might make you want to kill
your brother, so he calls for his children.

…………[prostration]

During golden hour, at every sun’s vanishing
point, his skin tint went
red, a sudden

arrangement of tomatoes
blossoming in his arms and chest—
each of us torn

from the root, half a fruit—
his maw dripping
mauve.

…………[prostration again]

When I say……………………I say
I mean, so when
I mean I say…………………..Ameen.

When I say……………………I mean
I mean Ameen.

……………………………………Forgive me.

When I said
Ameen, I meant…………….mine.

…………[sitting]

In most waiting
…………rooms, I place his
name next to mine.
…………When asked what
it mean, I point
…………to my own thinning
flesh and say with
…………my whole chest
that there’s a river
…………in heaven, and I am
the star that belongs
…………to it.

…………[salam alaikum]

I need you to believe me when I say my father
could cartwheel on a park bench keeping a cigarette

clenched in his teeth. Pops was equal parts dazzle and charm.
Ibrahim : all 80s swagger. See them and know they’d done some shit.

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