Broken Rib
by NORHAN ZAHER
You were something dark, rich and halting
lingering on the tip of my tongue
Not quite peppermint drops
Not quite cinnamon.
But what was I?
Braids, jasmine and fragrance?
Anything but
your broken rib.
Broken Rib
by NORHAN ZAHER
You were something dark, rich and halting
lingering on the tip of my tongue
Not quite peppermint drops
Not quite cinnamon.
But what was I?
Braids, jasmine and fragrance?
Anything but
your broken rib.