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The Rape
( my horrible short story )

Equinox in Boston Common
By Adam Ahmed

1.

I don’t care if
summer ended yesterday.

Under the shade of a tree
her body folds back and
is pinned.

2.

I run towards a pigeon.
When it unfolds its wings,
its shadow is as big
as a tree.

Ritual
By Adam Ahmed

1.

Naked again, on her bed,
more sweat than skin. Close, closer.

He counts the names of God on
her freckles, until there is no God.

2.

Trembling, he lights a butt within the cup
of his hand and takes a hall.

He counts her name upon the stars
until it is glass shattering.

Meditation
By Adam Ahmed

God is dead
at Emerson College.

Well, I’ll make a pilgrimage
to that other twilight

where the cars
purr as quietly
as tamed elephants,

and the men are
heavier
naked.

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Duty
By Adam Ahmed

Reach for metaphor, poet.
Give soft leap over gorging grace
and love more than life
her face.

each breast fell upon your hand
and you thought of water.

You shall reach for love:
harvest shadow from back,
and watch her evaporate
into a stream of light,

she falls forward
and my flesh breaks
into gulls.

Recited By A Chorus of EyesBy Adam Ahmed ( Read more... )