Every Dorito is a triangle but not every triangle is a Dorito
Lose one or two of your stars so I can believe
you are a woman of flesh and blood
and not music crushing me like a hazelnut underfoot
Be a little diminished, and break free from your metaphor
so that I can hold every part of you
except the part I have released into the air.
— Mahmoud Darwish, from “Lose one of your stars,” A River Dies of Thirst. (Archipelago Books, 2009)