Ramadan Haiku
[1]
Top floor apartment
spills with friends & friends’ friends, hot
onion pakoras
[2]
By noon my breath is damp
hours dense with rain, the month
still handsome & young
[3]
Gummyeyedpredawn
friedeggbutteredwholegraintoast
halfabanana
[5]
When Abida sings
God is right here next to me
on the crimson couch
[7]
I stroke the torso
of my phone: 10:10, 6:12
like a sad lover
[8]
Fridge fattens with left
-overs: yesterday’s chickpeas
next to Tuesday’s beets
[9]
Often, I wear my
fast as an amulet, but
sometimes, as dagger
[11]
Don’t forget to pray
texts my mother, This month God
is in a good mood
[13]
On my love’s birthday—
exemptions: day-time sex
cherries & coffee
[14]
Still hunger appears
but head-shaven & tongue-tied
watching me watch it
[17]
At sunset, soupy
noodles with friends under bright
blue awning & rain
[18]
Is it like a clear
lake? More like muddy pond
or a tired creek
[20]
Light-footed, light-limbed
light-headed, light-bellied, light
alight in my mouth
[21]
iHop parking lot
sycamores alight with dawn
over pancakes, look!
[23]
Grenades hiss across
another Sufi shrine lost
no sign of street cats
[26]
By now the belly
narrows its need, holds only
what fits in my hand
[27]
Side by side we march
From the river to the sea
Palestine will be Free
[29]
Sightings or science?
Some mosques trust mathematics
while others, the moon
