Short Takes

 In 1908

Auntie Maude walked too fast,

her mother said.

She’s not a lady, her ankles show!

“Maude, don’t flip your skirt.”

“Oh, Momma.”

-Lesley Lababidi

(all rights reserved, copyright 1998)

 

steve

remembering you,

i am like dust being stirred

by a speeding car

always

settling in a different place.

                                                       -Lesley Lababidi

                (all rights reserved, copyright 1998)

The Meeting

Death sat on the window seat,

…just waiting.

 I entered the room,

… nodded.

We stared from the window,

…not speaking.

Day moved to dusk,

…suspended.

Death jumped tugging my toes,

… screaming.

-Lesley Lababidi

(all rights reserved, copyright 1998)

 One Stitch

His eyes welled with tears,

when I said I was American.

I wondered what story,

what anger,

what sadness

created this torment.

He thought I was British.

I wished I had let him believe it,

we would have felt easy about one another.

I smiled,

maybe one stitch in an open wound.

-Lesley Lababidi

(all rights reserved, 2005, Damascus)

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