A short poem by Ahmed Nada

by qisasukhra

A new poem by Ahmed Nada who has previous poems translated here and here



Say I had a twin brother,

I wouldn’t need two mirrors

to see my nape;

I would know at last

my eyelid fluttering

at an unexpected question,

my lip’s quiver at a lie,

my voice in someone else’s ear.

My only fear:

the attention

which he would share with me;

a slightly greater share, maybe.


Loneliness is a sickness.

Even in imagination

I killed my twin.