Noor Hindi

Noor Hindi is currently pursuing her MFA in poetry through the NEOMFA. Her micro-chapbook Diary of a Filthy Woman is forthcoming from Porkbelly Press in 2018. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Jet Fuel Review, Diode Poetry, Whiskey Island Magazine, Flock Literary Journal, and Foundry. Hindi is also a poetry reader for BOAAT Journal. She writes for The Devil Strip Magazine. Check out her poetry blog at


Hunger Drips from the Body of the Filthy Woman


And even now, my shadow is a mouth

of mud stained teeth

and a swelling tongue.


As a child I was often asked

are you a boy or a girl. I remember

autumn in Ohio,

emerging from giant leaf piles


greasy and untethered. I once

swallowed a small

plant on a dare, a lesson


in consumption. My feet

have always had woodchips

clinging to them, and I can still


throw my hands up while riding

a bike down a one way road.

I know freedom as the heavy


hum of the air whipping

past my ears. I would steal

so much of it, and hold it in my


lungs. I still desire so much. My

lust is stored in my belly

button, which sometimes


expands. These days, I’m as filthy

as a sweaty fist. You can often

find me pulling my eyelashes


for extra wishes, and I am always

chewing on something, maybe

it’s your blood.



What Filthy Woman Inherited

for dad


You keep trying to paint our house black so that it mourns

everything you lost in Palestine, but I keep reminding you


of the way our couch sighs each time you sit. Some mornings,

even the plasma in my blood carries your traumas. Our family


moves so much that I keep mistaking our pile of eviction notices

as home. You’ve taught me how to carry the skull of your


Palestine on my shoulders. It is a reminder that you will

always be a refugee yearning for those olive trees and I’ll


always thirst for a home within your matchbox scented breath.



Filthy Woman’s Guide on How to Hunger


  1. Stop apologizing.


  1. Want nothing to do with gentleness, even as she unbuckles your belt,

ppppeven as the sound of your voice becomes your mother’s sinking shoulders.


  1. Remember: Every pull is a prayer if you mean it enough.

ppppEvery thrust can or cannot be a longing.


  1. Allow your tongue to move inside of her.


  1. When she asks you what’s the Arabic word for hunger? watch as she wraps her fingers around your neck.


  1. Let her call you a good girl because you need someone to remind you how hard you are trying to be good at anything.


  1. When you go home that night, hair unkempt, body bruised, search for the scarf she unwrapped from your neck.


  1. Make a bonfire out of want.


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