And I Become a Woman Stoned

Night falls and

A bed, without breath, without lust,

Buries me in itself.

Morning rises and the repetitious dawn,

With the tip of the nail pounding on my window pane.

The day rises, and,

Time has issued a heavy sentence.

The sun bites itsnails as it peers at me

At how the stones are falling upon my head.

And I, like always,

Before the night falls,become a woman stoned.

November 17, 2008, Erbil