Promise Me

. I  f    y  o  u    p  r  o  m  i  s  e

t  o    t  h  r o  w    m  e

t  h  r  o  u  g  h   t  h  e

h  o  o  p


t  h  e  n  ,   I  ’  l  l    p  r  o  m  i  s  e

t  o    h  o  p  e




And I promise

I’ll stop


my fat


and I’ll start




as soon as rooms

start having

cornerless edges.


And I promise

I won’t

hold myself

too hard


too gently


if you can stop

the clock

before it turns



Tell me,

Can you chew life up for me?

And feed it back to me?

Or, don’t.


You know how I hate the saltiness.

It dries me up.


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© Zeinab Hassan Fawaz and Broken Dolls, 2015. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.


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