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GET FUCKED & DIE! Poetica
Though, no man can disappoint me / as much as the body I was / born into. Kidding, obvi. I’m Chilling!
“GET FUCKED & DIE! Poetica”
with thanks to my #HotNihilistSummer beloveds, Paul + Meaghan + Hayley

George Abraham (they/he) is a Palestinian American poet from Jacksonville, FL. They are the author of the debut poetry collection Birthright (Button Poetry), a board member for the Radius of Arab American Writers, and a recipient of fellowships from Kundiman and The Boston Foundation. Their poetry and essays have appeared in The American Poetry Review, The Paris Review, The Missouri Review, West Branch, Mizna, and elsewhere. He is based in Somerville, MA, where he is a Bioengineering PhD candidate at Harvard University, and teaches in Writing, Literature, and Publishing at Emerson College.
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the faggotry
the ones you call those frickin’ Ayrabs, the ones / who hold hands with / kiss cheeks with those they call / habibi & isn’t every habibi is a mis/-translation of? habibi
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“the problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.” —Humphrey Bogart, ‘Casablanca’
My heaven is / the cosmos is what all that space was built for.
Shivering in the Summertime
some days my own womb shivers at the thought of / my black ass children being thrown / against any wall
Ode to Diabetes
When I got better I ate / attention, the praise for being alive. There is no praise now. A needle, / a sharp’s box, yellow asking me to slow down.