by Kazim Ali

If it isn’t where you enter but where you exit

Who doesn’t try to grab and devour what one loves

That last piece of the jigsaw puzzle fitting in

A ghost is not one who cannot let go but one who we cannot let go of

Streets wet with asters and deletion

June dissuaded by grey

My citizenship card found

Now I am neither one thing nor another

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