Poems by Nofel

I Look Out the Window at the Snowfall

and I remember you. I know it never snowed when we were
together, and, no, the white snow does not remind me of your
white skin, but I still cannot forget when, on Anderson Hill,
I sobbed on your chest, for a good hour or longer, in front of
your remorseful tears, enkindled by your racism, even though
I now know a three-month romance cannot erase your forty
years of white ignorance, even though I now know you were not
necessarily a racist. I look back now as the bus
moves through Gatineau and crosses to the Ottawa side, and
as you fly from Victoria accompanied by a man
with whom you have fallen out of love—I realize racism
will becloud my relationships with men, white or not, and please
do not say sorry, partly because I hate that word, partly
because I am not angry at you. Do you still remember
the poetry I read you? Are you still in love with me? I
do mean it when I tell you that you are my Qur’anic angel
perching, there, at McNeil beach, your head not on my shoulder; alone
you reminisce about our kisses in the morning, my love
for coffee, your love for coffee shops, and our juvenile sex.
I still die at the movement of your beautiful lips when you
indulge in deep thinking, as though you are printing a kiss on
a beloved’s face. I find it odd that no man before me
had been enamoured of your ethereal hand gestures or
effeminate voice. Your love and benevolence I treasure
through my insomniac nights. I am almost certain I do
not want to date you,and, yes, I think I am in love with you.




I like men in whose faces
I behold myself

and poems
in which I find no one

I neither carry my religion
around my neck

nor angels on my shoulders

I want to

and I remember the ageless child
from whom I freed myself


NOFEL is an Arabo-Anglophone Canadian poet. His poetry has appeared in Snapdragon Journal, the Packingtown Review, Cosmonauts Avenue, and Bywords.ca

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