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DUST IS DEAD SKIN

Dear Editor, 


Sky’s without a pore
tonight, it cannot sweat
and all the slums of Cairo
have lost to dust
as far as the eye can see
I see nothing, only the then
in now, yet there
is all but out of sight


Dust is skin, they say
dead—once
mouth to mouth
breasts, bellies, legs
spooned on brass beds
gathering hands
together wrapped past
houseboats on the Nile,
or did we not, once?


Dust is a whore I loved and she’s everywhere


the cabarets on Haram Street
pumping heat into men
spinning her long hair like a fan
lapping cash on sweaty chest
and in this dust on my mirror
I run my index finger down
to see is a sliver of me, clearly


the rest is all old pollen and hair
and stars undone and done exploding. 


A megalopolis, a humdrum,
and a Sphinx stunned by god
knows what, heart
drops in dark, raw drawers,
I close, I open,
look for a love lost to emerge.


Light is a lie, I say
flicking the switch
just look at all
those shutters and haze like cotton thick
I light the incense, burn
the hash, until my mind
is ash and skin is elsewhere,
gone.


Stay well,


A Cairene 

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Mai Serhan

Mai Serhan is a writer and translator. Her writing has appeared in Anomaly, Oyster River Pages, Swamp, Flash Fiction Magazine, The Writers & Readers, and Oxford Magazine. She is a winner of the Lunch Ticket Twitter Poetry Contest and a recipient of the Emerging Writer Award from Wellstone Center in the Redwoods, California. Mai is currently pursuing her graduate studies in Creative Writing at the University of Oxford.

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Mai Serhan is a writer and translator. Her writing has appeared in <em>Anomaly</em>, <em>Oyster River Pages</em>, <em>Swamp</em>, F<em>lash Fiction Magazine</em>, <em>The Writers & Readers</em>, and <em>Oxford Magazine</em>. She is a winner of the Lunch Ticket Twitter Poetry Contest and a recipient of the Emerging Writer Award from Wellstone Center in the Redwoods, California. Mai is currently pursuing her graduate studies in Creative Writing at the University of Oxford.

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