How thrilling to appear in his eyes.
She can’t understand what he’s saying:
she’s too busy chewing his voice.
She looks at the mouth she’ll never kiss,
at the shoulder she’ll never cry on,
at the hand she’ll never hold,
and at the ground where their shadows meet.
— Dunya Mikhail, from “Tablets,” trans. from the Arabic by Kareem James Abu-Zeid, Poetry (Vol. CCIII, No. 6, March 2014)