sunday poem and sunday night sunset

 displaced

(in memory of edward said)

i am neither in nor out.

i am in between.

i am not part of anything.

i am a shadow of something.

at best,

i am a thing that

does not really

exist.

i am weightless,

a speck of time

in gaza.

but i will remain

where i am.

by mosab abu toha (born 1992) from things you may find hidden in my ear, 2021.

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