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poetry the middle east is missing

The Egyptian-born, Brooklyn-based poet Marwa Halal focuses on the absurdity of labeling diverse people inhabiting a certain portion of our global maps as part of the same (misunderstood) "middle east."

the middle east is missing

By Marwa Helal

wha do osama bin laden and i have in common?   saddam? qaddafi? mubarak? sharon? 

          peres? is kashmir? is asia? is persia? is europe? is iran? is jordan? is kurd? a  

language? a religion? cuisine? borders on bordering? wha do you and i have in common?  

          red sea dead sea an empire syria iraq   say kurd   say we were occupied

a people under siege of make xenophobia believe   drink and say, “zamzam.”

say we did it to ourselves.
say: complicit. i want to walk/   return maps speak to managers  of mapmakers
i’d like to see god’s atlas compare it to ours trace a new equator a river nile still running azure
azure
upwards its own gravity joins scapegoat to scapegoat 
in song: row row row your boat gently down a stream merrily merrily merrily life is but a dream
                   x3
say je suis zidane, je suis egyptienne.

say it to a rhythm not a plot
a quality not a toxin
say dizzy without jury without trial ask  of us just us sing back lyric
dust off vulgar gaslight

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say it in the colonizer’s tongue.   call it the cradle of civilization say dunyah say la illahah    

          ila allah say jannah inscribe your history inside every barren closet you once

occupied say quickly here we are now entertain us/ cartographers agitate us
          exact us  excise us

would you make a space for me? between zoot jute epoxy and a hard place somewhere 

          between vengeance and yolk next to the place you go to quake

ive brought my own pillow plus sleeping bag but now the letters have become cryptic i      

          cant tell if it is because of shyness or lack of interest when you look like me you

can say things no one will question or everyone will question you in june as a zygote in 

          uterus in excess

maybe it is a cry for help. maybe it is just a cry. say palestinian
say palestine
say syria
say syrian
say baby
say future
say mine
say yemen
say yemeni
say zay (like)
say hena (here)
say mine say ghost in context weep quietly then wail
so make a space for me in your mind.
make me a space
          graph, transcribe. jaunt, wax,  wane.
here is neruda. here is his book of questions.
here is mine. a quiz of sorts. this is the map i navigate by.

who you pulling from bricks? a baby? an arm? books? a ball? who’s is it? you ask  

         coaxing at gallons of quicksand absorbing and vying for joy, for protozoa

pray static pray jaw pray zoroastrian
pray xanax pray quickly borrow what you will from 
god, from vagrancy, from vacancy

before i left i wrote: where you from? where you from? where you from? inside every 

          empty closet of the homes i once occupied. dont forget
where youre from, dont squint. zoom in. stow the box, lock the key. jump on.

we made a new map from breath from zone to zone we
moved, traveled, walked,  journeyed. there are many
who experience what we havent quote benefited from being unquote.

maybe a cry for help, maybe jus a cry. maybe a memory quivering of a juvenile    

          kingdom’s lie, maybe was a zealous royal

who unleashed sand and sphinx making borders die: in yellow,
blue, green, and red, orange and cream lines.

Marwa Helal is a poet and journalist. Her work appears in Apogee, Hyperallergic, the Offing, Poets & Writers, the Recluse, Winter Tangerine and elsewhere. She is the author of Invasive species (Nightboat Books 2016) and the winner of BOMB Magazine’s Biennial 2016 Poetry Contest. Helal has been awarded fellowships from Poets House, Brooklyn Poets and Cave Canem. Born in Al Mansurah, Egypt, Helal currently lives and teaches in Brooklyn, New York. She received her MFA in creative writing from the New School and her BA in journalism and international studies from Ohio Wesleyan University. @marwahelal on Twitter or www.marshelal.com