I hold memories of my mother


I tuck them away in

my woeful womb.

She says that men and women are at war

have always been at war.

Look at me

she says.

I look.

Look now

at your grandmother.

– Meysa Addeh


my lover

he once told me

that he would like to be tattooed onto me

but between my ribs pounding with the octaves of his words

my skin delirious for his curious touch

and my mind

immersed with the thrill that he brought forth

I forgot to tell him

I forgot to tell him that I didn’t like tattoos

– Meysa Addeh