The Thing About Being In Love Is That by Omar Sakr

By Wasafiri Editor on February 14, 2020 in Poetry


I pray to god every morning to bury me first

& I simmer to boiling point with melodrama.

I keep it one hundred with sensation, music,


oddities. Yesterday I called even a poem habibi.

I licked the hardwood floors that held a memory

of your feet. I sucked on the bulb of the sun


outside because it dared to know your hair,

& to prove you out-delicious even the light.

I walked past the rotting hydrangeas in the yard


and anointed the browning blue habibi

on the way to see Tolouli, who has owned

that word for as long as anyone I know—


do you see how love calls to love? Habibti

do you see how it gathers itself like rain?

It’s not the most intimate dialogue


hbb is casual you know, a confetti endearment

and maybe this is why it is my favourite

the way it pours and hails out my mouth.


Inside my earliest memory of habib

two sweetly huge men kiss hello

ya habibi my uncles or cousins or strangers


I’m not sure, but I was small and knew

then that anyone could be loved, if

anyone excluded my body. Now I sleep


and behind my eyelids, a habibi waits.


At home, the couches, the table, the tea

pot, the bed, the last pregnancy test—all

I am trying to say is that since I met you


I darling the world.


Omar Sakr is the son of Lebanese and Turkish Muslim migrants, born and raised in Western Sydney. He is an award-winning bisexual poet, author of These Wild Houses (Cordite Books), and most recently, The Lost Arabs (University of Queensland Press), which has just been released in North America through Andrews McMeel Publishing.