البحر الأحمر

 I feel like a parasite in my own body

An intruder

Why else would this skin feel so foreign?

Sometimes I carve into it just to see if it's actually mine

I'll call upon Abraham's god to part flesh like the Red Sea

To allow me to gaze into my vessel and watch the hull weep

I don't always know why I've done it

Why I'm going through the motions when I feel fine

I'll ask the Noise, "Why am I being made to do this? I'm not even sad."

And then I'll remember

I'm always sad

(2023)