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Veera Sulaiman
My grandmother kissed
a ball of lightning under a Roman bridge ruined
no, that was me
and it went into her bones
broke each of them
a little
no, that was me
And she would sleep with all kinds of men
for a warm bed, a fully stocked fridge
no, that was still me
and will always
be me
but time
moved, moves
backwards, forwards
skywards
past and future marry all the time
our exile is happening today
I met my other
Grandmother
at Damascus Gate
in grainy news footage
I met her again
at Shabra and Shatila
I met my son
pressed my mouth on
the ridge of his broken brow
his hair smelled of dust
I kissed a knife
and it wouldn’t kiss me back
we didn’t give you this life
so that you could waste it
it is not, entirely, your own
your mission
should you choose to accept it
is