By Fadi Abu Deeb

(Published originally in Inventory No.8, Princeton University)

From the window of our chamber
I saw you on another moon
kneading our ousianic bread
to submit onto the face of the deep
under that mighty radiant sun
You stared at my face
smiling as you uttered
I’m coming
then resumed your work
I was stroking the window glass
tracing the trajectory of the liquid light
in its branching arteries
seeing worlds within worlds
tasting the flavor of a bread I’d never known