This poem is taken from Stand 223, 17(3) September - November 2019.

Yasmine Seale Poem
After the sixth poem in Mohiedden Ibn Arabi’s
The Interpreter of Desires

and how shall we go     on breathing    
when we’re done       smoking them
out         in poems    they can be still
swarming          gasping in the sweet
atmosphere of trees
                         we have forgotten

how to name     
or say      anything but lamely sound
alarms on faster     borrowed breath
as though nature                 were out
there                 like a lover
you’d learn to live without

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