the music drewwe come quick minor boltings for her slow rumble I dance poorly, refusing the prophet shucking god off my lip I mirrorthe bodies, a clapstorm with her hot need in our heads. two white girls kiss I do not mimic their safety.first time I saw my other paki how miracle she tells me her name the one that kept her secret/alivethe phosphorescent glow of distance between her feet and the ground between her last name and knowing from the sky to the streetI won’t tell them no matter who comes to kill usthey know our moves like prophecy etched in stone I know fear as this dark curldown we pummel,atmospheric pulling the sky towards us. the click of the key lockto the keeper of my heart I surrender her marvel lapping in my mouth come in currentcome in curse and wheel with enough reverb enough leather ropewe outlast the makers of the rain.
Dead Sea Dance for Sodom
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Diya Abbas is a first-generation Pakistani poet from the Midwest. Her poems are featured or forthcoming in RHINO, Foglifter, Adroit, diode, The Offing, and others. She is currently studying Creative Writing and South Asian Studies at the University of Wisconsin Madison through the First Wave program. Find more of their work at diyabbas.com.
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