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My Body

A body that is the one I borrowed the first night with you . . . 
I watch it every night running toward a waveless sea where the sand of
age rests in its veins . . .
The wearied ships land in its eyes
and summon it to sleep . . .

© Manal Al-Sheikh. By arrangement with the author. Translation © 2014 by Angham A. Abdullah. All rights reserved.