Very Broken Sentences, October 2024
I see my sister’s radiology images when she tweets to her medical community, and I get lost in other people’s bodies. A liver. A heart. A uterus. An eye. No one can understand how shattered we are. My organs seem to have been distributed to so many different bodies. Each in a separate galaxy. Three obituary papers hang at the entrance of our building in Beirut: They all have my father’s name on…












