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"—and the prime minister will never say, / NHS / Zindabaad. In these dark cold days he / keeps / trying to starve it, keeps trying to starve us / under budget cuts, my cala‘s blood sweetens // arteries tense with austerity and rage. I / soothe her / with this story: in Amreeka the insulin / would cost / your left leg and kalima finger. Swallow / the bitter / pill, aunty, and plead with Allah: NHS / Zindabaad!"
-"NHS Zindabaad!"

"First, / my shopping bag splits then a jar of olives / smashes open. First, I look for help in other / faces, then I spear olives with my nails. / When I open my mouth long vowels betray / my mother‘s village. First, I ask for a new / bag. First, I plead forgiveness. A brown / figure makes a scene, a crouching woman / grabs at olives, a hijaabi picks up cracked / glass. Which one of them is me?"
-"Syndemics"

-"If God Is a Virus" (3)