the date seller in Fez greets me
in French fi al maghrib I am a tourist
in school a suburban blonde
searches my complexion for life
forms a foreign
woman is not like
the moon there is no
tide I do not speak
the language is she fitna is she
fitna uterine or urban
we all erupt
from a border
could I be good could I
be wild we be must be
currency ripe
or rotting recite
a pledge before bodies
rust from the wind
