Radio Nablus

We know how the old women cry
from Nablus,
into the radios that carry
voices into the transient beyond
where kinship is a violation
and walls are the dominion.

Grandmothers of the ya habibi
yah ayooni, send us a bag full
of bulghur cleaned and tightened
by your old hands, send us
your own on Radio Nablus.
Send us something and we
will bring you perfume and slippers
the next time we come.

How she cries, that old woman
on the radio, for Hadi and Iman
to pour the tea and kiss the hand.
Her generic voices are dry
commands of echo and ache
on the seas of return, listen, stay.

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