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Noor Jaber's poems have previously appeared in Black Napkin Press, Crab Fat Magazine, and Winter Tangerine, among others.

Tries the Grammar of the Arabic to Fit the Language the English

oh teita, the language the english no it understand tongue of you. and no can i
i feed you these the morsels from mouth of me. language of me the arabic half-
chewed. oh teita, let me i try and i fail to fit languages of us in each other.

seen i face of you split open by riot laughter. the spit it falls without grace from
lips of you thins. complexion of you light; skin of you wrinkled but healthy;
flecks olive they try to jump from folds of the corners of the eyes of you. can i
find in the mirror eyelids of you the heavy. eyelashes of you. the echo of the
nose of you. sometimes, i split open face of me with spoon, tool blunt &
wrong. i want from you for you to bleed from in me into the sink, so that can i i
ask these the questions sprinkled you in lungs of me. i cough out them, always
in the time the wrong. i laugh. soil of the grave falls it without grace from lips
of me.

Copyright © 2017 Noor Jaber. Used with permission of the author.

Copyright © 2017 Noor Jaber. Used with permission of the author.

Noor Jaber

Noor Jaber's poems have previously appeared in Black Napkin PressCrab Fat Magazine, and Winter Tangerine​, among others.