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Poetry

Letter to the Body in B-flat Minor

Halim Madi

Hey honey I’m home What’s for dinner?
Delicate harm worth
holding on to
dear life –
which is my body which is a damn good slab of fat seasoned
in garlands of guilt gulping nourishment like a setback
Hey fat boy
stop hiding
inside my skinny jeans it’s time to refrain
What’s for dinner?
Hunger chunks or layered lies an overshooting
an older animal
to restrain
Hey skinny dipping fingers in Almond butter, honey I’m home
Why do you hold my childhood against me like a bag stuffed
with the cheating lover’s clothes?
Dear life –
which is my body which is a damn blown up mistake
or a violent project –
temple me already
Dinner:
The daily habit of failing
to make peace with the new landscape of skin stretching folding waging war
in carnal canyons
fields of marbled marks
I carried weight for years but only shed metaphor and a slab of fat, honey I am home

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A poet and a programmer, Halim plays at the intersection of technology and language. His work engages the collective to pervert and reclaim alienating systems. He spent the pandemic replying to scam texts with poetry, culminating in his most recent book, "Invasions". You can find more of his work on www.halimmadi.com and @yallah_halim.

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