we didn’t really speak
my summer wants to answer

the architecture doesn’t matter
this is not my real life

when I am here I want to know
why do I believe what I was taught

a storm is on the way
close all the windows

begin at the earliest hour
is there a self

Kazim Ali, "Autobiography" from The Fortieth Day. Copyright © 2008 by Kazim Ali.  Reprinted by permission of BOA Editions, Ltd.
Source: The Fortieth Day (BOA Editions Ltd., 2008)
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