Atef Ayadi Poems

They come scrambling,
Racing,
Competing,
And
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a poet
sent me this comment:

**************
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she wants

blue open sky
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Why did you bite me
For three minutes?
And then you went away
In a second?
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Everything is American

Flesh and skin,
Her softness,
...

mirrors
stretch along the walls and the ceiling,
the purple is only a reflection
that takes me to the sharp edges
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We always
Have a choice.

Choices
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My …
… Problem …
I am too skeptical …
Maybe …
...

she said:


'Your are clogging the flow
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If you accept my wilderness,
I accept yours.

Even though,
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