Poem by Malaka Gharib
Updated: Jun 19, 2019
in the end it was all flowers
in the end it was all flowers: the arrhythmia moles and scars wrinkles and white hair veins and callouses oud and bergamot sweet metal and musk spiders, flies and fireflies sepia on olive, olive on sepia, sepia on olive, sunlight streaming through the leaves a wind so mild i couldn’t believe it fresh paint and cut grass the fear (and exaltation) of making a quarter turn too close thirst teardrops, tantrums olive on sepia the omission of parting words. beautiful things, real things, flowers.
Malaka Gharib is a Filipina Egyptian American writer and artist based in Washington, D.C. She is the author of "I Was Their American Dream: A Graphic Memoir."