My Dangerous Memory

by Faleeha Hassan

Oh, great.

Whenever I dream of birds

The cages fly above my head

And I will need all my lifetime to know which cage belongs to my dream

And then whenever I try to remember my childhood

A bomb falls from my memory and crashes into my reality


"What a lovely sunny morning,"

I told the girl.

She was jogging in the forest

She smiled at me and said,

"A soldier's helmet is falling from your memory again."

Don't worry. I have so many of them,” I told her.

Everything will be good

I say to myself

And I keep jogging from exile to exile

As my friends keep running from the battlefield of one war to another

And returning as pictures with black frames.

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