Renamed Shapes: Poem by Hibah Shabkhez
Renamed Shapes: Poem by Hibah Shabkhez
My truest friends are all imaginary
I may forget them for months at a time,
Or rename them to erase some eerie
Secret I’ve let slip; but they do not mind
At all.
We never part:
I do sometimes give them more concrete shapes,
Like window-panes or the handles of doors,
Or brocaded flowers on the brown drapes –
But they morph back to tile-shadows on floors
And fall
Upon my heart.
