word of the week
at dawn, a donkey / sobbing
the sky this mid-october
sunrise, dirty
with tomorrow’s flood, keeps me
at the waist & without
all of you. only when it pours
will your names be uttered,
in the breadth of a drop
condensing
disobeying borders
to land on your brow.
i gulp down my coffee,
always cold in Boston
and rinse out the grinds
no one was left
alive to read me
Nina Mouawad نينا معوض (she/elle/هي) is a Lebanese poet and PhD student in Literature at Northeastern University. Her poems have appeared in Spectrum, Sukoon, The Bosphorus Review, and Rusted Radishes among others. You can find her at ninamouawad.com. She hopes one day the world will allow her to write love poems again.