Three Poems
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Ismail Khayat, A Girl, 2015, Sulaimani, 40 x 27, acrylic paint and colored pencils on paper
You in Me
On the shore of the warm sea
I stand
My heels kiss your shores
I lift my dress to my knees
A wave
Tosses your pearl to me
Stretch out a hand
You grow in me
Turn out the light
We become three
Letting Go
In the mirror
I see my mother’s broken face
I grab lipstick
There are scents of things of people
A crack keeps me from myself
Mother’s hands
Fall on my shoulders
The scent of hands
And my scent blend
So, I am broken
In the mirror
The lipstick falls to the floor and
In the cracked mirror
I become my mother’s memory
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I hold the pistol to my heart
My hand over a place in my mind
One two three
When I know you are here
The numbers reverse
Three two one
My finger loosens
Men
Always
Disturb my work