Youth
In this beginning there is an end,
of flat beige walls and poetry that sits
like apples on a cart.
Of hard Ks and soft Ls,
of the cuneiform symbol for love
and land.
In Argentina there is a pool,
it's water is bitter and dry.
And before long you've ingested
enough,
enough to begin to survive.
~Hammeh
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