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I Don’t Understand the Lyrics, but I know How to Sing It — Tori Dominski

You said my name on the banks of the Nile,

walking home.

 

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In April you told me what you had done.

Men carry heavy things.

I tried to keep up, holding what I could.

 

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On my birthday I wrote to you

and put the letter in a mailbox by the sea.

 

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A fire built in Cairo’s slums does not choose

whom it warms.

 

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You text me late at night, outside Donetsk.

I smile.

 

We toss dirt into an empty grave.