Nathalie Handal

French / Palestinian / American
Nathalie Handal
French / Palestinian / American
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Intermisión

I don't know if I left the window open,
or the electric fireplace on,
not sure if my name is Natalya or Navarro,
but I vaguely remember
someone calling me by one of those names.
No one found the book
Octavio Paz dedicated to me
or the notes I wrote about
the streets of Mexico City
and the person I once was
three blocks away from the taqueria.
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Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: feeling
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