Wings of Plastic Goose
العدد 1 | 02 كانون الأول 2013
Khaled bin Saleh


The constant rain of previous two nights

Sent wet our wings we bought from junkie shops

It was a day you were swept by the charm of the illuminating Eiffel Tower

With its blue lights blowing away your robes leaving you asunder

It is when I decided to buy you plastic goose wings with short feathers.

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Between the walls of a café