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amooz boosh

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at the beirut port
at the beirut port i took
a ship to haifa.
at the beirut port i took a ship to haifa to meet a boy i had been talking to ever since i
was twenty two and those were the last days of myspace and he sent me a picture of
himself in bed reading friedrich engels in a tuxedo because he liked my lyrics and i met
his parents and they didn't like me much because they said i spoke too much and i
fought too much about too much with too much intensity, but that was fine and 
everything was fine and everything was a little boring sometimes and we went to the
beach and then there was sand in my ears and sand in my butt while we walked around
the market to buy kites but instead i spent all the money on cheap candy that didn't
taste like much other than sugar because even the candy was a little boring and then at
night we drove to a gay bar in ramallah and i played some songs and read some poems
and made enough money to cover the cost of the trip and a year later his parents had
warmed up to me because they liked the way i cooked my moloukhieh and they drove
up to beirut to meet my mother and ask her for my hand for their son and the wedding
was a modest little affair and we prayed in al aqsa and the carpets smelled like feet and
no one stole our slippers and then we drank jallab in a little coffee shop close by and the
scent of jasmine was so heavy that i felt i could stick my hand and pluck it out of the air
and it was the 14th of june and sarah flew over from cairo to join us and she went fishing
and came back with dinner and my uncles shot some rounds in the sky to celebrate and
no one panicked and we made a life for ourselves between beirut and haifa and it didn't
hurt to breathe at eid el fitr and it didn't hurt to breathe at christmas and it didn't hurt
to breathe at pride
and i never left
because there was never a
reason to leave and.

House Party #18