I didn't go to the market
to buy a papyrus or a galabiya
the souvenirs I got from there
are imprinted in me:
my aching heart
my confused mind
my poisoned veins.
Deposits of
sex, love, alcohol, hash
manipulation, abusement, paranoia
suspend in my blood,
and one tattoo
inscribed in my skin.
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