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There are things this poem would rather not say

We ate labneh and bread in your tents

When we had no water

we drew it from your well

Your camels carried the sand to build our houses

you built them–your hands–

Fig-tree        prickly-pear        human-flood

You were the wasteland we made bloom


–Reprinted by permission of Louisiana State University Press from Eyes, Stones (2012)