Between my shadow and my soul


Resistance without gravity
that type of chest-swelling ill-gotten pride
from stealing freedom, fajr hifdh
making shoe-weapons infamous a decade
before the iraqi journalist
balancing on walls and ice skates
we are, were, are, were
behind my shoulder the smiling face
then her form spurts away
in time the rhythm falls into step
cheesecake dreams slipstream
in between
our jogging, twirling takkie-beats

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