Day disappeared from the shallows:
\nI asked for it back; my soft lines
\nin your hard shell. Touch is frantic
\nEverything you think you gave me<\/p>\n
duplicates in circles
\nand holds hierarchy
\nUnknowingly I taught myself magic
\nduring five-minute breaks while
\nyou smoked to soothe your soul<\/p>\n
Look closely
\nWe are pacing ourselves
\nand almost horizontal in these rare
\nmoments; while you sleep
\nI memorize your names<\/p>\n
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SALMA SAADI<\/strong> is a Canadian social worker and writer. She is passionate about immigrant and refugee rights and telling stories about oppression, strength and resilience. She has completed a three month writing residency at Artscape Gibraltor Point on the Toronto Islands and has spent three months writing in Berlin at the artist residency Takt Kunstprojektraum. She is currently working on her first novel.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Day disappeared from the shallows: I asked for it back; my soft lines in your hard shell. Touch is frantic Everything you think you gave me duplicates in circles and holds hierarchy Unknowingly I taught myself magic during five-minute breaks… Continue Reading
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