Fajr Naazneen Diwan During fajr namaaz wrists turned in toward my diaphragm I carve my hands into daggers pry open ribs get close to my heart warm it in my palms, plugging leaks and calming hiccups. match arteries to lifelines tell it: we were always meant to meet like this, on the seam of day when crickets give way to dawn chorus proclaiming we’ve survived another night. https://www.skyislandjournal.com/issues#/issue8-spring2019/
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