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Duiha Ihmoud
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Poet: Susan Kealy
Once upon a time,
I was unhinged, whistling the song
he wrote for me skating down the freeway, arms boundless, hands splayed into moon.
I find myself some mornings sunny side open, pushing a fork
across the grain of my skin.
You watch me unravel, steady voice rising against the yellow sky.
I paint stories
in the middle of summer, threading poetry through the needle
of my wispy heart.
