My whole life lived as one mistake for you,
Regretting all the ties I break for you.
My words are numbers. Add, subtract, divide
And multiply, yet still opaque for you.
So now I talk too much. No time for talk,
Explaining how the world is fake for you.
I'm walking on the finest thread of lines;
A tightrope's woven give and take, for you.
Forget the net. If I fall, let me die.
Reverberations, how I quake for you.
Our Sausalito days have turned to sand
That burns my feet. I walk on ache for you.
Or have you lost our sculptures made of junk?
What will my acts of patience make for you?
And in the end, our nights dissolve to nothing
But an Arrow aiming, wide awake, for you.
SIHAM KARAMI's poetry appears or will appear in The Comstock Review, Measure, Unsplendid, Möbius, String Poet, The Centrifugal Eye, Mezzo Cammin, Angle Poetry, Wordgathering, Loch Raven Review, Snakeskin, Raintown Review, The Lavender Review, Atavic Poetry, Innisfree Journal, and the anthology Irresistible Sonnets, among other places. A Pushcart Prize nominee, she was inspired to write ghazals by the work of Agha Shahid Ali and Roger Sedarat.