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,
In April you told me what you had done.
Men carry heavy things.
I tried to keep up, holding what I could.
On my birthday I wrote to you
and put the letter in a mailbox by the sea.
A fire built in Cairo’s slums does not choose
whom it warms.
You text me late at night, outside Donetsk.
We toss dirt into an empty grave.