On Writing Poems

She used to make tables of exceptional seeing.
Then she was rearranged.

People still sit
at the tables. And watch: the dawn

is long is exceptional
seeing.

I sometimes sit at the tables, resounding
in her craft
of woof. Her shaping
the affects of small deconstruction
like all shapings.

She was rearranged with a disease with no known cause.

The dawn is like running among floating bright tables.

Marx is dead.

Hold on.

–Ezzat Abouleish

Ezzat Abouleish is a recent graduate from Yale College where he studied philosophy and political theory. He served as a poetry reader for the Yale Review and an editor for the Yale Philosophy Review. He twice won the Yale Creative Arts Award, once for his poetry and once for fiction. The submitted poems would be his first publication. They were developed under the mentorship of Louis Glück during her final workshop