Geography of Paradox

November was crual,
I fell in love,
but loving you is like going to war,
I lost myself.

In the hyphenated land
of Mohammad Al Amin
and St. George,
I lost myself.

In her arms,
mistress of the east,
mistress of the west,
I lost myself.

In the unbearable beauty of
your heavenly streets
and your highways to hell
I lost myself.

[ To Beirut, with love ]

Thilleli G.

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