Friend
aan.
Lover
aan.
Soul
aan.
The Arabic Dual.
More than singular,
that which isolates
and roots me in a context
starved
of you.
Less than plural,
that which obfuscates,
that which hides you,
from me,
in an unworthy crowd.
The Dual.
Two, and no less.
Two, and no more.
Ithnaan.
I know now,
I must speak in Arabic
to talk about us.
Written by Stephen K. Pettersson.
Cover photo by Igor Savelev.