The Masjid
I grew up like a speeded prayer
I grew up like a speeded prayer
I fish them out every evening, lay them down
Cattails spread across the old parking lot
Let your skin remember the path your ancestors carved in silence
Dead boys wear sun-bleached keffiyehs on the walls of a stone city
i am clocked in for 30 minutes when i get the call
I write you this letter on the back of a grievance form.
the family who squatted between our house and the bog
the bruise: hunger a home
The Danube is, afterall, the biggest Jewish graveyard