Dima Aboukasm
A Winter Ache
The ache in my brain exhausts me today
Thoughts of you sit heavy on my heart
It is the early winter darkness that gets to us all: little sun and little reason to seek her out.
In fractals you are dissected then reassembled— a curved spine is straightened but my belly
still churns for the particular pain of you:
Bitter and mellow
Cold and heavy with flesh.
It is a vague memory that ties us together
You are barely painted in sweetness, still escaping into my dreams.
Bio
Dima Aboukasm is an Arab-American writer and student raised in Michigan and Western Massachusetts. Her poetry has been previously published by Milk Press with the Poetry Society of New York. Her poetry is inspired by walks to the mountain, heart openings and closings, and a deep desire to bring truth and goodness into the world– through and against darkness.