Cold Sweat
Drenched in sweat.
I can see the stars
through a bullet hole in the ceiling.
I run my hands through my hair.
My damp trousers
are sticking to my legs.
I hear a noise.
I look around.
There’s no one else in the room.
I cannot feel my body.
I look in the mirror.
It was the chatter of my teeth.
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Drenched in sweat.
I can see the stars
through a bullet hole in the ceiling.
I run my hands through my hair.
My damp trousers
are sticking to my legs.
I hear a noise.
I look around.
There’s no one else in the room.
I cannot feel my body.
I look in the mirror.
It was the chatter of my teeth.
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Hello Friends,
Today’s poem comes from a remarkable 2022 collection Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear: Poems from Gaza by Mosab Abu Toha, a Palestinian poet, scholar, and librarian who was born in Gaza and has spent his life there. If you liked today’s poem, you may also want to check out Mosab Abu Toha’s “What Is Home?”, or pick up the whole book from your local library or independent bookstore.
Enjoy.
Ællen
Today’s poem comes from a remarkable 2022 collection Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear: Poems from Gaza by Mosab Abu Toha, a Palestinian poet, scholar, and librarian who was born in Gaza and has spent his life there. If you liked today’s poem, you may also want to check out Mosab Abu Toha’s “What Is Home?”, or pick up the whole book from your local library or independent bookstore.
Enjoy.
Ællen