Poetry: Samiah Haque


in snow i was certain you could no longer

smell the curry on my jacket. i relaxed

beside you tilting my chin to sky

the scene romantic as sledding across the arctic

with a pack of wolves, tinned beans near a fire

frozen ketchup and gloved hands. aware of your

hair’s blackness, bundled in a white cotton

headscarf. your pale fingers cuffing my arms

i think you knew i wanted something from you

that our friendship was molting, burned by future

but we were out in snow and it wasn’t time

you showed me a blade of grass, pushing through

stark green. the color of your binder, your flag;

i filled the air with silly words. with knives

until the bell rang.

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