Poetry: Paraphrasing an Ally’s Status by Abdulkareem Abdulkareem
Our friendship is like a luminous energy from a spectrum
of light. I paint you with crayon wax on the sky of my canvas.
On some days, we trade a catalog of discussions pulling
each other’s teeth with laughter. Your words—soothing as the rain,
your beauty, jaw breaking. You tender a zephyr approach
to everything hard as a knuckle & untether gloom from my face
with your block of words—paraphrasing an ally’s status.
Perhaps, what we need sometimes is someone unafraid to pull
the strings of the weight of our worth. Perhaps
we exist as a diphthong in every environment that names us.
Our paths threaded into each other at the feet
of a threshold that held my stain. The worth breaking one.
and we’ve built a pole of two sycamores beholding
weight of a friendship. I’m still that boy who refracts from pulling
his arms into a woman & vice versa— for appreciation.
Perhaps not for the sake of a religion. Perhaps I’m too fragile
at the edge of things like this. Perhaps we are both
like air billowing into the right spaces that needs us like a zephyr.
Perhaps the wind is still a distant thing in the umbworld
that grasps us—o ally, the mouth that names us is still slobbering sugar
and the miracle that made us is like a whiff on a gentle night.