I’m few deja-vus from repeating my whole life I need to study the shapes of things before death Before declaring myself a better failure: waiting mostly for files to get uploaded or downloaded. My movements are by the book. I will remember history, all of it, before uttering the next sentence And in its silence, I will navigate my headache “something is not what it is” And we are lost several worlds over Exploring the art of other civilizations After we subjugate them And leave the trees behind To carry on the sensitive task Of clearing the air Stop and think of the pointlessness of desire We keep going, wasting days between orgasms And thousands of poems To keep the pleasantness of clothes We are all implicated In the father’s death, The mother’s death etc.
Copyright © 2018 by Maged Zaher. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on January 16, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.