from My Soul Has No Corners

poetry by Souad Labbize, translated by Susanna Lang

My soul has no

corners

when I return

with an armload

of new grief

I can’t find

anything like

the corner of a table

where I could have a snack

next to a pair of hands

shelling peas

I don’t know

who conceived my soul

an architect who believes

in the circular virtues

of soul houses

without room

for a single corner

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