i am living such a beautiful death since you’ve been gone,
drunk on your figure, stolen
from the memory
of the mirror
or from the soles of people passing by
my semi-basement window;
i draw your image on old tables
with no fine lines of sentiment,
only as i remember it,
naked and sad.
the pavement screams your name with every step,
i dream of you
incrusted upon my body,
arab hallucination,
i am living such a beautiful death since you’ve been gone.