Tuesday, October 31
ANTI-ZIONIST ABECEDARIAN after you've finished building your missiles & after your borders collapse under the weight of their own split databases every worm in this fertile & cursed ground will be its own country. for us home never was a place in dirt or even inside the skin but just exists in language. let me explain. my people kiss books as a form of prayer. if dropped we lift them to our lips & mouth an honest & uncomplicated apology— nowhere on earth belongs to us. once a man welcomed me home as i entered the old city, so i pulled out a book of poems to show him my papers—my queer city of paper—my people's ink running through my blood. settlers believe land can be possessed they carve their names into firearms & use this to impersonate the dead—we are visitors here on earth. who but men blame the angels for the wild exceptionalism of men? yesterday a bird flew through an airport & i watched that border zone collapse beneath its wings. (sam sax)