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Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow. Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow. by Noor Hindi
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“I want people to stop asking if I love this country. No. Ask if it loves me.”
Noor Hindi, Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“I dream
of the big dumb heart my mother
hands me. She tells me to carry it.
I drop it every time.”
Noor Hindi, Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“I know I’m American because when I walk into a room something dies.”
Noor Hindi, Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“I want my rage to elicit love and more love.”
Noor Hindi, Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“Colonizers write about flowers.
I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks
seconds before becoming daisies.”
Noor Hindi, Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“The homeland is stuck in our teeth. It’s filling our cavities. It rests on our tongues. My God. How we yearn for its olive trees. How it haunts our dreams.”
Noor Hindi, Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“Metaphors about death are for poets who think ghosts care about sound.”
Noor Hindi, Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“people live in darkness, hold the keys to homes blown up by soldiers, while a mother clutches her daughter, now dead”
Noor Hindi, Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“My parents named me Light because their lives lie in shadow but I’m a poor example of joy.”
Noor Hindi, Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“I'm supposed to be feeding them whatever is the
opposite of guilt. I want to move beyond. Where?”
Noor Hindi, Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“I want to believe language matters, that words create meaning, that a person can breathe a thing into existence.”
Noor Hindi, Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
“Reporting is an act of violence—poetry one of warmth.”
Noor Hindi, Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.
tags: poetry
“Read each other.
Become consumers
of each other’s stories—a desperate reaching
for another body’s warmth, its words buoying us through a world.”
Noor Hindi, Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow.