Girgis Shukry
Celebration of Clouds

When summer attacked me, she kissed me ferociously and snickered.
      —Have you seen something that looks like you this morning?
In the market, a woman took off her bones and danced.
My love,
when I blow out the last desert
that sleeps in my chest
I will sit naked,
an unburied corpse on an unknown shore,
and wait for you.
I know
the gravediggers will come with white plates.
They will dig my bones and mix them with the clouds.
Then a cloud will sleep in your cleavage,
and it will rain.

Translated from the Arabic by Khaled Hegazzi and Andy Young.