Leila Chatti
Goodreads Author
Member Since
February 2013
URL
https://www.goodreads.com/laypay
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Deluge
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2020
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3 editions
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The BreakBeat Poets, Vol. 3: Halal If You Hear Me
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2019
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3 editions
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Tunsiya-Amrikiya
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2018
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Figment
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Wildness Before Something Sublime
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Ebb
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2018
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Bettering American Poetry, Volume 2
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2017
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Rattle #51, Spring 2016
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2016
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Wildness, Omnibus 2015-19
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Teary Fails
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2020
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“When you left I walked
into the ocean. Not to
drown but to be held
by something
reluctant
to let go. Don’t
make this bigger
than it is, which is big
enough to swallow
whales
and civilizations.
I joined
the blue, I was blue.
And when I looked
down, I shattered
and reformed
so many times, you know, I couldn’t catch
a clear look at myself.”
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into the ocean. Not to
drown but to be held
by something
reluctant
to let go. Don’t
make this bigger
than it is, which is big
enough to swallow
whales
and civilizations.
I joined
the blue, I was blue.
And when I looked
down, I shattered
and reformed
so many times, you know, I couldn’t catch
a clear look at myself.”
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“Muslim Girlhood
I never found myself in a pink aisle.
There was no box for me
with glossy cellophane like heat
and a neat packet of instructions in six languages.
Evenings, I watched TV like a religion I moderately believed.
I watched to see how the others lived, not knowing I was the other - no laugh track in my living room, no tidy and punctual resolution waiting.
I took tests in which Jane & William had so many apples.
I fasted through birthday parties
and Christmas parties
and ate leftover tajine at plastic lunch tables,
picked at pepperoni from slices like blemishes and tried not to complain.
I prayed at the wrong times in the wrong tongue.
I hungered for Jell-O & Starburts & margarine;
could read mono- and diglycerides by five,
knew what gelatin meant, and
where it came from.”
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I never found myself in a pink aisle.
There was no box for me
with glossy cellophane like heat
and a neat packet of instructions in six languages.
Evenings, I watched TV like a religion I moderately believed.
I watched to see how the others lived, not knowing I was the other - no laugh track in my living room, no tidy and punctual resolution waiting.
I took tests in which Jane & William had so many apples.
I fasted through birthday parties
and Christmas parties
and ate leftover tajine at plastic lunch tables,
picked at pepperoni from slices like blemishes and tried not to complain.
I prayed at the wrong times in the wrong tongue.
I hungered for Jell-O & Starburts & margarine;
could read mono- and diglycerides by five,
knew what gelatin meant, and
where it came from.”
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“I know why we try to keep the dead alive: we try to keep them alive in order to keep them with us. I also know that if we are to live ourselves there comes a point at which we must relinquish the dead, let them go, keep them dead.”
― The Year of Magical Thinking
― The Year of Magical Thinking





































