Mourning for my Saudi Arabian Life

Saudi Arabia ran through my veins

From his voice messages

The compound protected

By the national guard

The swimming pool and all

The time to use it,

Me, finally writing my novel

Ok-so not Saudi Arabia, exactly

The job, the lifestyle

It ran through my veins

Then it clotted

And died in my heart

When I heard the rule

“No dogs”

Just like that,

 it was gone

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