Joumana Altallal is a Zell Fellow in Poetry at the University of Michigan’s Helen Zell Writers’ Program. She works with Citywide Poets to lead a weekly after-school poetry program for high school students in Metro-Detroit. Her work appears, or is forthcoming in Poets Reading the News, Rusted Radishes, Kweli Journal, and Harpur Palate. You can find Joumana on Twitter @.
Poets Resist
Edited by Elizabeth Ruth Deyro
July 17, 2020
Joumana Altallal
Hair
You are seated in a cheap lawn chair in the middle of my bathroom.
This will become a poem about a flung teargas canister, but first
your hair. The weight of stainless-steel clippers in my hand,
a countertop strewn with half a dozen plastic trimming guards,
the shower rug pushed to the hall. D’Angelo’s voice aching through us.
I am bent over you, combing the tight of your curls.
I am bent over the root of you; a root, a root D’Angelo cries.
I ask which guard to use first and you answer. I plant myself
to the buzz of the clippers, the soft clouds of hair.
Before the gas begins to choke us in Tahrir Square,
there is only this: you, showered, freshly cut, dancing
in the living room. The small, the insignificant.
On a video I did not want to watch, a man cries: look
at the wind, look at the teargas. It’s a hair away from us.
“Hair” is part of a larger manuscript that attempts to recreate my uncle Hafiz’s death in 2005 Najaf while reckoning with the ongoing violence against Iraqis.
Poets Resist is published by Glass Poetry Press.
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