self-portrait as melting clock
maybe i am everything
you asked of me—god of diaspora
-knotted horizons—begged a continent
of my ticking limbs & i gave you my intestines, dripping
lineage of crimson sand & thrombocyte. my insides tick, swell
into a riot, make this Arab body divine warfare; you knew me to be
turbulent, viscous, almost fluid in my resistance. the distance
between cell walls is the last void i prayed to—trust me, i know
how to make holy the hollow of a clenched
fist; i’ve seen finer gods than you, child.
& i’ve swallowed them whole—
***
maybe i asked everything
of me & became a god
of ticking gears, all brash friction
& detonation—i am both ocean
& salt erosion; a body
of fluid topography, expanding
to fill every void with my
history—vessel who begat
his own undertow—
leaking blood clot—
holy aneurism—
i want to implode—
i want to
(un)become
***
maybe it’s the way
i spill unto everything
almost human, biological
in its fragility—god of
eyelash protection, the sea
reeks of your expulsion.
maybe i feel most
human when puddling
in the arms of an olive
tree overlooking the
mediterranean,
Haifa, weeping
Her sand, hour-
glass crimson,
i almost miss-
took her
for Home
once—
***
maybe
i tick in all
the wrong ways—
my body, the hallow
-ed music making me
nostalgic for an ocean
of ticks i once found
Home in the sta
-chatto only div
-ine Exodus
can resurr
-rect,may
-be i am
an impl
-osion
wait
-ing
to
***
maybe the empti
-ness is just every
thing Time has
yet to occupy;
crafted in His
image—i am
aftermath of
ceaseless
expansion;
child of
inevitable
heat death.
i envy the
universe
& Her
super-
nova
breath;
some days
i beg
Horizon
for her
ability
to
collapse—
maybe
she can
teach
me?
maybe
i am
finally
ready
to escape
my
-self
A History of Depression in Erasure
i. Away (me)
I'm not afraid
to be alone
and not anything
can't stop
me
can't keep
me
(burning)
(afraid )
Every
word I speak
shattering
(this is how it feels to not
be )
ii. palestinian/queer vs. Ocean
there's a Ocean
where I used to
sleep all day,
in your waves,
as you crash down on me
& when I sleep,
I can make believe
things would get better,
leave town
(forever)
Let your waves
take me
I told them goodbye
& you begged
tonight.
here.
now.
look up
same night
sun
will not rise
somehow
we be together
all day,
&
up all night
sleeping day
make
night.
all night.
iii. Only One—a conversation between both halves of my depression
broken thing—
pick up your pieces.
thrown words
can't give you
reason
(give up)
scream (lungs
out)
let go,
no one gets you
like i do
Made mistakes
can't hold on
too long
(Ran
whole
life in ground
can’t get up)
when you're gone
I won't walk out
dishonestly;
Leave a note for
them to see right through me—
My only
You
my only
iv. possessed Ocean speaks back, in the voice of my ancestors
run.
don’t look back
tear your heart
you’re not meant to be
run—
Forever.
The following is an erasure of various songs from Yellowcard’s “Ocean Avenue” album, as well as “Check Yes Julliette” by We the Kings
George Abraham is a Palestinian-American poet attending Swarthmore College. He competed in the College Union Poetry Slam Invitational (placing 2nd out of 68 international teams), the National Poetry Slam, and the Individual World Poetry Slam. He was a 2-time recipient of the Favianna Rodriguez Award for Artistic Activism, as well as the Ghassan Kanafani Palestinian Literature Award. He was a 2016 Brooklyn Poets Fellow, and is currently a copy editor for Muzzle Magazine. He has work published or forthcoming in many journals including Thrush, Emerge Literary Journal, Assaracus, Sukoon, Riwayya, and in the Ghassan Kanafani Anthology of Palestinian Literature. He hopes to continue bringing awareness to Palestinian human rights and socio-economic struggles through art. More work and contact info can be found at his artist website.