In the Camp
By Aaiún Nin
In the camp, they cannot pronounce my name
So they have given me a new one
I have lost everything
Ask me my name
Please ask me my name
Notes:
This poem is part of the folio “Broken Lines: A Gathering of Exiled Poets,” curated by Laura Kraftowitz and Edward Salem. Read the rest of the folio in the July/August 2026 issue of Poetry.
Source: Poetry (July/August 2026)