By Nadia Irshād
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Did you see the moon last night?
my eyes swore they'd never seen it before
the two of them said it cut through my core
entered through the door
I didn't know what they meant
this room never existed before
in a flash, these, mine,
eyes were consumed
unsettled since, overcome with a desperate thirst
they prostrate to the sky, begging,
for just one more glance of the crown jewel
last night, I lay in a meadow and showed it to them
whimpering, they cried this is not the same moon
wandering, restless, they weep and refuse rest
they are addicts scouring for that one drop left
at the bottom of that one bottle they once held
they've tasted perfection and can't find it again
since they've been crazed I've lost direction
I fell into a ditch, I drove my car into a tree
I can't see
I cry and beg my eyes to come back to me
this morning before dawn
they made me climb a tree and cut down all the leaves
they directed me to place them on my eyelids
and they sighed
the leaves are cool,
soaked in the light of that same moon, the crown jewel
my companions are consumed
my life is in their hands