Fatimah Asghar

The dirge, our hearts, pounds vicious, as we prepare

the white linen, ready to wrap our bodies.

your father was fluent in four languages. you’re illiterate in the tongues of your father

Allah, you gave us a language

where yesterday & tomorrow

are the same word. Kal.

A spell cast with the entire

mouth. Back of the throat

to teeth. Tomorrow means I might

have her forever. Yesterday means

I say goodbye, again.