Assia,
Oran.
There are many ways to return to a
homeland.
Smuggled bones. A book you wrote about exile.
In the veil of night, to take up arms, or
to
straddle a fence, or pick your way through
the boulders, on your belly toward an
unwatched
border.
A body awash on the seashore. A covered
face.
A
counterfeit heart. Temporary silence.
To step off a plane into
the arms of your love: that
sounds more like the movies.
And
they may come for you
in the
morning.
- Miriam
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