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Weeds are not supposed to grow
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From the November Issue


Difficulty at the Beginning

A thought under my tongue, one size away
from fitting on my lips, now shies away.

Avoid approaching smiles and hide the bees
where silken wax seals all my lies away.

Just one more word, but make it wicked, dark,
for love your brightness terrifies away.

O demisemiquaver of a breath
between the lines this longing pries away...

Good morning, Killer Dream. I wish I never
heartwrecked on your stiff goodbyes. Away!

I drink the heady wormwood, let the spirits
lure me out to agonize a way.

To live one wingspan more or die one less.
What matters when you turn your eyes away?

I'll throw my whole self on your chopping block
and wait. Maybe we'll improvise a way.

Even walls must hold my striking point,
an arrowhead that never dies away.


Siham Karami lives in Florida. Recent work can or will be found in The Comstock Review, Measure, American Arts Quarterly, Unsplendid, The Ghazal Page, Mezzo Cammin, Atavic Poetry, Right Hand Pointing, Angle Poetry, String Poet, The Centrifugal Eye, Innisfree Journal, Raintown Review, The Lavender Review, Kin Poetry, and the anthologies Irresistible Sonnets, Poems for a Liminal Age, and The Best of eyedrum periodically, among other venues. A Pushcart Prize nominee, she has won the Laureates' Prize in the Maria W. Faust International Sonnet Competition, and blogs at