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THE CEREMONY

6/20/2019

 
                by Aria Aber 

​Again, I lay at God’s feet like a heap
of tropical wilt. Begged a beginning, or a spectacular
end. I wanted to be a gnat-thin thing or at least

not Muslim: God came as a forest,
pregnant with steel, growing her droning fury—  
between my eyebrows

an apology itched, still and absolute.
I shucked and spat into an ashtray
my language. Was all I touched a deity?

Khodaye ab, god of water. Then, my own
hushed sex: Khodaye Kus. God quite the dealmaker,
chopped all my copper hair and gave me

knotted roots, a twig. Bugs suffused and were
havocked in my mouth. It didn’t matter whether
I inhabited a human or a tree: I remained

a glob of impermanence. Plenty of me
was heavy inside the earth. And parts of me
were not at all: under such strain,

a brain remembers its first music—   
Bismillah-ir-Rahman-ir-Rahim, I sang, and its pulse
enclaved me like my first big fiction,

all those finches I had drowned in the river––   
Bismillah, bismillah, bismillah,
I thought, and God thrust down my throat

her jittering hand, until my sins came forth
as guppies in an avalanche of bile.
I was unspectacular as fish scales

dropped on a roadside. As morning trickled
the canopy, my metallic nudity was washed
with cold. Beads of aloe and mint

furled from my skin. I stared down
at this thing I was becoming
and eventually, God begot me with her saltless

strings. All this time it had been wrong,
the way I was beseeching––   
to want the universe to pity me.

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photo by Nadine Aber

Aria Aber was raised in Germany, where she was born to Afghan refugees. Her debut book HARD DAMAGE won the 2018 Praire Schooner Book Prize in Poetry and will be published in September 2019. Her poems are forthcoming or have appeared in The New Yorker, Kenyon Review, Narrative, POETRY Magazine, and elsewhere.

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