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A Stray Bullet

After crossing the living room,
the library,
the corridor
and the photo that brings us together
on a trip to Nahr al-Kalb,
and after passing by the washer
and my mother (exhausted
in spite of the washer),
a stray bullet
veered slightly off course—
by the force
of gravity—
and finally settled
in my head
to kill you there.

© Mazen Maarouf. By arrangement with the author. Translation © 2014 by Kareem James Abu-Zeid and Nathalie Handal. All rights reserved.