I call the moon, I dial +972

but ghosts never answer the phone

they blood    they moan

they cloud the line with smoke.

Hello   this womb is red with war

      this love won’t luck

                             yet nothing unbridled is ever a lie

and this eye sees all the way to Galilee.

I’m calling from +2 02       

+971   

 +961    

                       & Timbuktu

 I wanna speak to family    a Gishi      or a Khalidi

 I want to kiss the hand of a Qadi

Give me Sitti.  I wanna tell her

about the mills and the mudbrick

& this moon the color of goat milk

 Hello?