2 September 2002 | Vol. 2, No. 3
Amman, 1997
The blood stain on the chair
in our bedroom at the four-star hotel
does not bother me.
I am too busy leaning out the window,
pressing into the heavy air, thick
with noise, where violent smells of spices
loosely hang
and moths dance drunk off the heat.
A woman sits on the ground smoothing
doug