George Abraham is a Palestinian-American writer and Bioengineering PhD candidate at Harvard University. He is the author of the poetry collection, Birthright (Button Poetry, 2020), as well as two chapbooks: the specimen's apology (Sibling Rivalry Press, 2019) and al youm (The Atlas Review, 2017). They are the recipient of fellowships from Kundiman, The Watering Hole, and The Poetry Foundation Incubator, and winner of the 2018 Cosmonauts Avenue Poetry Prize, as well as the title of Best Poet from the College Union Poetry Slam International. Their work has appeared or is forthcoming online with The Paris Review, Tin House, LitHub, Boston Review, The Rumpus, and anthologies such as Bettering American Poetry, Nepantla, and Beyond Memory: an Anthology of Arab American Creative Nonfiction (University of Arkansas Press, 2019).




George Abraham

Errata with Divine Sacrifice

first, let the humming wind arrive; a back door creaked open; the roommates asleep in their quiet thrones; let the shower’s whispering kiss pass through your valleys: rivers claiming the landscape of you in secret; swelter in that fragile simmer; quench the light’s small beckoning — kingdom of men gazing; a summoning of glass, a quiet night’s wind, a cleansing, antiseptic: ready the altar for flesh & bone; ready the body a brief entering; this is ritual; this has ended in war before, your blood has stained the executioner’s calloused hands; these men have made a legend of you — but when your knight caller arrives, he will not be the night’s wind, but instead, its tremble; i've never done this before, a heathen confession, quaking & kneeling before his God’s split temple; undressing before the strange shore he washed upon; & bless his unsheathing armor — the boy who charged into battle weaponless & bare; the un-swallowed swords of his gospels; the prayer of his untouched lips: the hands who dared ask your blood permission to dance; an unlaced apology, a pubic hair unwinding itself from your tongue; bless his laughter before the sigh & wall crash; his foreskin dancing backwards into sheath but not surrender; how he painted a knotted river across your chest’s landscape, not apologizing for the way his body floods because there were no casualties this time & maybe that alone is reason to praise the way bodies cry Jericho, in all their collapsing — you retreat to the water and wash away the remnants of his saline knotting in between your chest hairs; lineage refusing escape; salt who dared call the ocean wound; stubborn semen, claiming your hairs like a petty tithe — small & in -significant sacrifice for the boy who first gifted himself to stranger; heir to this history of self-shedding; your rapist once told you they find artistic inspiration by sleeping with people they shouldn’t; you want to write a poem about your first time & you can never recognize yourself in it; how your first time was no questions, just answers you never knew existed; & this patient, curious boy, who asked before claiming any part of you, could have met another man tonight & become you, all split temple & ungodded crucifix; boy whose desire lead him to breakage on stranger shorelines; but that is not either night-filled boy, that is not this night, & for that you say amen. Hamdullah — a blessing for every god who failed to break you —




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