Songs of Anisha
“Opposites,”
by Al-Kasim Abdulkadir
It is not love
That we love
It is the joy
That comes with it.
It is not for joy
That we are joyful
We are only fearful
Of the aches
That comes with pain.
“He And I,”
by Sarah O’Gorman
So I looked him in the eye
And I stood real still and never softened
My stare and said Look good friend,
I simply refuse to Arrange my life
The very idea strikes me as
Perverse at worst, pointless
At best – since its all
Outside the ambitious stretch of
our control anyway
And he put on an undertakers face
And touched his jaw with his hand
And mustered a great hungry sorrow
To his voice and said
My, my, my, how crazy you really are
And I laughed in offence and agreement
And we walked home alone
Together,
One watching the rainbow
One bowing head to the rainfall
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