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slit
light

we are standing
stones encircling ruins
guarding rubbled tabuns
bombed orchards and felled gardens

we are underground seaways’ sandy cracks’ descents
hiding lush below seaweeds’ swaying resistances

we are stems’ blood-weighted push to sad’s ascent
passing rubbles’ rocks in slit-light’s shine

we are ashen sands’ in poppies’ burn
rising in sky-winds’ sumuds

we are up-ended trunks’ roots
cracking freedoms’ dust
our broken branches’
reach outspread
toward
our
children’s
tears

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About
Micaela Kaibni Raen
A Tin House Alum and winner of the Yalda Award in poetry, Micaela Kaibni Raen’s work explores what it means to be a Palestinian cultural worker living in exile, a queer femme-dyke mother living without civil protections, and a global activist speaking out for human rights.
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