Afternoon breakdowns

Publisher: Takween Publications Number of pages: 96 The sadness is old The sky is not only blue The sky is bloodstained And childhood is not a jasmine bite It is his first bloody kiss Ask me Because I used to lie under the trees in the wilderness I did not disturb the pigeons or the cats Preoccupied with staring at the branching of the skin And the dense lines in the palm of my small hand And one of those days I believed.. That in my palm are villages and valleys and streets And millions of people And at the end of that day I was struck by eternal sadness Because I washed my hands in ablution And all those who lived in my palm The flood takes them.