Two Poems
Untitled | By Nour Annan Binary Stars There was a version of you,a little more sun-kissed maybe.Same unruly curls,same dark silken fuzzon the back of her neck.She belonged to Beirutor Baghdad,or Gazaas freely as you belong to Brooklyn.(Did she also scavenge like a magpie,collect sticks and rocks and leaves,make altars out of dry, dead things?)She ate stuffed grape leaves without complaining,never had mac and cheese out of a box.She saw her grandma every Sunday,together they plucked parsley leaveslike tiny flowersand made tabbouleh.In your nightmares you yell"My umbrella!" and "Don't leave me!"What horrorsdid her dreamsunloose?To her father she was baba,to