A poem by one of our refugee friends.
When did your name change
From a proper noun to a charm?
It’s three vowels like
Jewels on the thread of my breath.
Its consonants brushing
My mouth like a kiss
I love my name
I say it again and again in this summer,
I see it it, discreet in the alphabet,
Like a wish
I pray it into the night
Till the letters are light
I hear my name
Rhyming, rhyming
Rhyming with everything.
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