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The Moss Of His Skin

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 "Young girls in old Arabia were often buried alive next
to their fathers, apparently as sacrifice to the goddesses
of the tribes.
.
.
" --Harold Feldman, "Children of the Desert" Psychoanalysis and Psychoanalytic Review, Fall 1958 It was only important to smile and hold still, to lie down beside him and to rest awhile, to be folded up together as if we were silk, to sink from the eyes of mother and not to talk.
The black room took us like a cave or a mouth or an indoor belly.
I held my breath and daddy was there, his thumbs, his fat skull, his teeth, his hair growing like a field or a shawl.
I lay by the moss of his skin until it grew strange.
My sisters will never know that I fall out of myself and pretend that Allah will not see how I hold my daddy like an old stone tree.

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