Nathalie Handal

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September 27, 2015

Country of Torn Men

Here, men don’t lie

or lean on their beds and pray;

they sit on stools, sing by a wall,

wonder if jagged lines glisten

when divided hearts break the law,

and miles of giant afternoons,

when the hesitation on lips

slides further into doubt

the way the desert does

when language is sealed

to keep breaths

from dividing the mirror.

Or is it the nation?

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