THORACOTOMY

Maya Salameh

3 months & I haven’t fixed you. now I’m a mother before                I’ve been robbedof a sister & a mother from this.                                   so I walk around with my wombsticking  out.  &  my  dress attracts  bees. but I keep  surviving/surprising myself.                                     the mirror.                                                                      this song makes memore alive: G.O.Y.D. (Lava La Rue). in a show I watched about a beautiful           lot like ours one of the mothers named her daughter Lava. she’                 highas shit. her daughter had a nose like mine & hair      crisp as the Tigris. at the endthe handsome white  protagonist tells their girlfriend  I don’t need you  as much.but I still want you. do you want me? & the girlfriend had medium length hair &she said yes.& I was tired. & you never asked.                               always offered to feed my friendsthree times when they came in the house. by 9pm            convince each one to eat.once                    Tuesday & I was on my period & my spaghetti tasted                          &I watched  you enjoy  football &  you were  so far away  from me  I felt I  might diejust from that if not the microplastics                                                              most of the women I’ve loved have been scientists. Iwonder if this is a survival instinct too.   I  ask them  how to cheat on my pset  & Ising loud to convince them I’m no longer afraid. & my hair is uneven. I              for            at the beginning of August, spend                               two weeks evening the tanon my breasts. reminded me                                   I knew I loved it because I wanted itto leave a mark.  when I was eight I saw Haifa Wehbe  on the television in a beigedress &  mama clicked  her tongue.  I think that was when I  realized I  was a girl.keresh. bzaz. kehss. I press my mouth to my secret.                                    no languagefor a secret, or my Arab womanhood also originates from                                      & theway  the  trees siblinged  my legs.  is my  gender chlorophyll?  air  left alone  fromsoldiers?                                       & I walk around with my womb sticking out.  you callme pretty in my                     with dahlias on it.

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Maya Salameh is the author of MERMAID THEORY (Haymarket Books, 2026) and HOW TO MAKE AN ALGORITHM IN THE MICROWAVE (University of Arkansas Press, 2022), winner of the Etel Adnan Poetry Prize and finalist for the California Book Award. She is a 2025 National Endowment for the Arts Fellow, winner of the Markowitz Award for Exceptional New Writers, and has served as a National Student Poet, America’s highest honor for youth poets. Her work has appeared in Mizna, The Offing, Poetry, Gulf Coast, The Rumpus, AGNI, and ANMLY, among others. She can be found @mayaslmh or mayasalameh.com.  

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