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Everywhere The Sheikh
Sated, drunk, and sleepy I lie on pillows of fire, on my right the sheikh, to my left the sheikh, everywhere the sheikh. An abayah is wrapped around his head like a crown of ghosts, a galabiya on his thin body, barefoot he stands on all fours, sobs like a blind beast. Suddenly he sprouts a wagging tail, his ears open to my sweet tune. Afterwards he vanishes, a pale bubble, like my drunkeness.
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