he just lies there in my head as if

it used to be his, staring up at sky

or a ceiling long gone

I'm shaking

my head very slowly because

if he notices me, the enemy,

he'll never let me stroke his arm

or say I'm sorry he's dead


- Jennie Feldman, Haifa, Israel




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