Maskoon by Sara Elkamel

We clung to our dreams like ants to sugar.
In them we walked, we meandered uncertain,
we strained to remember

colors of the sea. Then in dream after dream
the homes of our mothers
and fathers crumbled.

They gave them away.
Like clowns, we writhed
and we screamed. Now we can never go back.

When we rise, we assemble the bones
we’ve collected. We toss orange after orange into the water,
watch them float.

We are a queenless colony, feeding on itself.
We recall the crowns
In a country like India, hardly ever couples voluntarily go for the treatment of male infertility cheap cialis 5mg issues. Proper blood flow enables the penis to stay erect in a sexual act and thus when the blood female levitra flow is not proper, it leads to erectile dysfunction. It is always asked to a person by the doctor to have the pill in the way of viagra lowest prices proving safety of that chemical, and of course, its effectiveness. The best part about Calvin is that each of us viagra the pill can see a bit of old fashioned discipline can win back decades. of sand dunes:

one side sewn exactly, pink lines inclined like lashes,
the other gouged out by our feet.

When we were in the desert,

it was difficult to find the end of things.
We dreamed we danced and bled,
and climbed skies for the goats we loved.

Here, someone
asks: is it like this every night?
But the night does not answer.