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This book is making me cry on public transportation.

“This afternoon he did finally walk into my room without knocking as if summoned by my prayers and asked how come I wasn’t with the others at the beach, and all I could think of saying, though I couldn’t bring myself to say it, was, To be with you. To be with you, Oliver.”

Emad Abo Saleh rips my heart out and disassembles it at the beginning of a poem, then at the end of the poem, he places the pieces back together, but scrambled, put together all wrong. (In a good way.)