My innocence nudges me
As she points to the creases of my bedding on the ground.
While the bed itself, with the imbecility of its sheets,
Lies rejected in the corner of the room.
My parents’ smiles widen with the stupidity of the covers.
They alone, and the bed
proved to me my innocence and the idiocy of a tidy bed.
Even if I inherited the furniture, children
And the creases under the eyes,
Every time my bed rubs in the carpet’s weave,
I am still baffled by the wideness of their smiles,
As I lie between my children
On a stupid, tidy bed.
By Faleeha Hassan
Translated by Dikra Ridha
© Copyright 2016, by Faleeha Hassan. All rights reserved under the Copyright laws of the United States of America and international copyright agreements. No portion of this book maybe reproduced in any form, electronic or otherwise, without written permission from the author. Email: [email protected]
Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 9:44 AM UTC
My innocence nudges me
As she points to the creases of my bedding on the ground.
While the bed itself, with the imbecility of its sheets,
Lies rejected in the corner of the room.
My parents’ smiles widen with the stupidity of the covers.
They alone, and the bed
proved to me my innocence and the idiocy of a tidy bed.
Even if I inherited the furniture, children
And the creases under the eyes,
Every time my bed rubs in the carpet’s weave,
I am still baffled by the wideness of their smiles,
As I lie between my children
On a stupid, tidy bed.
By Faleeha Hassan
Translated by Dikra Ridha
© Copyright 2016, by Faleeha Hassan. All rights reserved under the Copyright laws of the United States of America and international copyright agreements. No portion of this book maybe reproduced in any form, electronic or otherwise, without written permission from the author. Email: [email protected]
