Aries

Duhkha: a vanishing of suffering, an Odyssey
that rams me into Sisyphus, Ithaca’s other name.

Duhkha: I don’t pronounce it properly
or insert the proper symbol for it in Word doc,
a dot at the mouth of the cove the first h makes.

Duhkha sounds like the word for laugh in Arabic,
the noun not the command and in dialect of dialect,
duhkha imagines duqqa:

herbaceous, nutty, spiceful,
pounded into coarse powder that adheres to bread
you dip in olive oil every morning. Or dizziness:

when you see duhkha laid out on the page
you can hear the Arabic for dizziness. For falafel,

couscous and sumac combined,
and humus is mine.