There are things this poem would rather not say:
We ate labneh and bread in your tents When we had no water we drew it from your well Your camels carried the sand to build our houses you built them—your hands— Fig-tree prickly-pear human-flood You were the wasteland we made bloom
Credit
Copyright © 2011 by Elana Bell. Used by permission of the author.
Date Published
01/01/2011