Another Kind of Love
When one squints, the other
dims the moonlight for her,
such is friendship, or so
your parents think, heedless
of limbs that tangle like
limp honeysuckle petals
in the early evening,
before the sky darkens much,
before the muezzin cries
the day’s last call for prayer,
before your mother uncovers
the shallow depressions in
your mattress made by not one,
but two daughters of Muslims.
via shurooqamin.com
