I Suffer a Phobia Called Hope

translated from the Arabic by Fady Joudah

Each time I hear that word
I recall the disappointments
that were committed in its name:
the children who don’t return,
the ailments that are never cured,
the memory that’s never senile,
all of them hope crushed
beneath its wings as I smash
this mosquito on my daughter’s head.

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The grieving have only the unknown.
It’s their only staple and inheritance.
Pain has no logic. All things redeem
the grieving except your rational questions.

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I wish that no one goes
and no one comes.
All going is a stroke of myth
and each return
a punctured lung.

Credit

From You Can Be the Last Leaf by Maya Abu Al-Hayyat and Fady Joudah. Copyright © 2022 by Maya Abu Al-Hayyat and Fady Joudah. Reprinted with the permission of the Permissions Company, LLC on behalf of Milkweed Editions.