Abeir Soukieh is an Arab-Australian poet and writer from Canberra who is currently completing her Masters in Anthropology at the Australian National University.


This chair gives me a place to sit
But I can’t sit quite still in it
Luck; it seems to necessitate
That we be Things to tolerate

Just what am I supposed to think?
We’re quoted extras in their sink
A comfort for and comfort to
A crooked prop, for them to choose.

And how the cord does wring my throat
To hear them wear me as a coat
Permissions theirs for them to use
And feel a right-ness in abuse.

© Abeir Soukieh, 2016