Samira Abed

Samira Abed is a poet from California. She is Palestinian-American and curious about the future and life. You can read her work in the Shuruq 4.5 virtual Arab Festival, Scrivener Creative Review, Spectrum and follow her on social media @sameriously.

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bell

The candle in a shared room

the object of a gift a small attention

a bear in snow

life in the warm spot

a poem as a silk gown

blue as a fairy

blue as an agent

carrying and moving

as a sensation

this sleeping

a pain that carries the day

a program

in new ways

the car driving

alit by shaking

leaves which

sing all night

a high harmony

at a wedding a kind song

a bear of snow

fools me

laughing as I drive

the heater’s croon

festivals of silent children

to see nothing

not even the blue moon

a wash-

all of it

being caught

part of it

the sails of a boat

dirty with dust

a silk object

caught in the dryer,

motion deforms

a hole

surrounded by apple

the worm

crawling in shit away

tinkering

with the rightness

of our moment

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el Phil

driving while dark

like drunk,

the sky a pocket

some kind of flea touches me

this cat crawls near me

seeking heat

disturbing myself

with new cruelty

the limits of myself

to get busy

rarely do I read

silently, I feel calm

dunk in the cold water

to get tingly and repair

I get better but am sick

with a cough

on the street offering a nod

whipping my wool skirt around

married to the mar

the stars around appear as lines

my metabolism’s improved

despite my anxiety

the mountain is a girl

sucking up all the air

the trees bend into the wind

like the most human action figures

questing for some non-revisionary history

to wrest casualness

I put a wish in as my ticket

‘to be less afraid’

of myself of tunneling

like Georgian dancers

who break their knees, becoming shapes

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