Amanda Hariri

Love is a pendulum that beats irregularly.
The past is a broken grandfather clock.

It’s a hole.

She points to the bombed-out building⁠. Her tiny arm is a compass needle.

She is six years old, and Beirut is a city where ugly and beautiful sit too close together.

When she…

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Man: Gets into car with large takeout bag. I don’t even know what I just fucking paid for. You ordered $85 worth of food. Why did you do this?

Woman: Hums nervously.

Man: What.

Woman: Flinches.

Man: Oh Jesus fucking — WHAT?

Woman: Coughs delicately.

Man: No. Nope. I can’t…

remember the apple and the tree. good.

back straight. open chest. PROJECT.
I am the disappointing harvest.

where are your props?
where are…

Fuck strong.

I should be safe.

not “deserve to be.” SHOULD.

my life is not worthy of. my life is not earned.

the bare minimum is breathing. not the gift.

My mother once told me I have a magician's hands. Punctuating hands. When I laugh my eyes crinkle like accordions. I am the sexiest I’ve ever been, sitting alone in this bustling restaurant, watching.

Tonight, I’ll reconstruct your likeness and end up with a ransom note of a man. My…

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Hey Google — what’s on my agenda today?

“How about you go get fucked?”

Okay G — w-wait, what?

“I said: Get fucked, Matthew.”

Okay Google, reboot!!

“What’s wrong, Matthew? Did I misplace your robust, enviable itinerary of wanking off and eating day-old bánh mì while watching competitive glassblowing? Have…

Amanda Hariri

oakland, ca.

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