Yahya Frederickson: Green
On the verge of June, a man
promenades a metal cart
piled with ‘aujah, the name
for almonds before they
are almonds.
Yahya Frederickson: Duqq
I believe only the desert
can know the aridity
of cardamom, coffee, and ginger.
Yahya Frederickson: Sacrifice
Bismillah, and the blade
will dissolve flesh. As he cups the sheep’s muzzle,
exposing its long, soft neck, for just a moment
I don’t believe in death.
Yahya Frederickson: Hussam’s Heart
My flat smells stale, so I go ask Hussam,
the young neighborhood grocer, if he sells incense
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