A Dish

By Zakaria Mohammed
Translated by  Tim Heffernan & Haider Catan

In the morning

I divide myself

like peas from the pod.

Wayfarers grab from my dish

then they go on

handful after handful

then they go on.

 In the evening

on my knees

crawling between the chairs

I look for one seed

to taste my life.

2008

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