Sharh on Sahih al-Bukhari 5460 by Reyzl Grace

[225 words]

for E. R. Shaffer

  When 
         I offer to 
      stay the night, 
         / even if only 
            on your couch, 
                / so that I can 
                  make you pan-
                       cakes / before 
                            the call for 
                             fajr, / you balk
                                   —tell me 
                                        you’re em-             barrassed / 
                                             at how it gets you off to imagine / me 
                                               your servant. // But Ramadan / is ending, 
                                          and I am awake. / I am listening to a reading of 
                                      Sahih / al-Bukhari, and a run / to the 24-hour grocery 
                                  / for baking powder is as good / as sa’ee. // When I return 
                               / and take up the whisk, you rise, / lay your arms like the seam 
                             / of the first dawn across / my shoulders and sigh with the robins, 
                            / asking why I would do / so much for you. // The Prophet said, / 
                             “When your servant brings your food to you, / if you do not ask 
                            him to join you, / at least ask him to take / one or two handfuls, / 
                             for he has suffered from its heat.” I flip / the pancake. // When I 
                            bring you your food, / you ask me to join you, and still / you give 
                              two handfuls / of your cheeks as we kiss, two / handfuls of your 
                                  breasts before / the sun rises. Does the skin / of my hands 
                                      not witness, // my love, / how the last nujaym winks / 
                                           above us? How I, whom you take / for selfless, 
                                            depend on your ṣadaqah? / How your servant 
                                                      has suffered—all / this long night 
                                                               through—from heat.

Reyzl Grace is a writer, librarian, and translator whose work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and featured in Room, Rust & Moth, So to Speak, and other periodicals. Currently a poetry editor for Psaltery & Lyre, she lives as an expat in Minneapolis with her novelist girlfriend, arguing over which of them is the better writer. (It’s her girlfriend.) Find more of her at reyzlgrace.com and on Bluesky @reyzlgrace.

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