A common nook—
A girl and her bed and her pillows,
Where shrines collect at the bottom of the bed,
Piled-up books—hundreds of them.
But what was there ever to learn in
The young mind of a girl who unravels
Into womanhood? Like a loose thread in
A wool sweater.
I wonder about the moments that are really happening,
If any of the days spent waiting in the mirror
Would ever add up to attaining more beauty,
And if the stronger the menstrual pains—
The stronger your children.
The common nooks of a girl into a woman.
And so it goes on, the books keep piling higher,
Where does life really begin inside the mind
Of a girl nestled in bed?
Miree Antar is a Lebanese poet and software engineer based in New York City, passionate about language, literature, poetry, and taking photos of her friends on 35mm film.