I was a rafter swallowed by a ceiling.
I was a parking meter spilling out its coins.
I took a number at the post office.
I recited Al-Fatiha inside of Ar Rawdah.
I hid as a cloud
parceled by the sunlight.
I jumped fences and a fountain.
I kept quiet like a night.
I yelled as a train ripping through the station.
I yelled for you to yank me from my sleep.
You soothed me with a song about horses.
You pressed my hand to your stomach.
