Siham Karami

Thirteen

My lucky hour: a stumble

over midnight's stroke.

Excess perfection plays gravy

like cool jazz plays eyelids.

Give me more lumps,

add something rickety.

Let the clock on strike

hit the ladder of success

like a Silver Shadow

on a gravel road.

 

 

 

 

 

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