Poetry Reading
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Lebanon on a map during dinner, you dipped flatbread in pomegranate baba ghanoush, quoting someone who said, Everything is mysterious. I tried to think of something not mysterious, but I couldn't. Starlings, sorrow, sleep the electricity of sex. The workers who lay pipes build bridges, fix toilets, blue blood red blood war, the lady eyes of a donkey, the cashew that grows in the pocket of a casual fruit. The smell of dirt knowing you will die horse hairs on a violin bow. We were the only diners in the restaurant. The waiter insisted on showing us where Lebanon is on a map, pointing fervently with a flexed index finger. We could have been nowhere else, but here.