INTIFADA?
This is the sickening heartbeat I remember : calloused
and
weary, only beating now because it has to. I don't know
why
this ever came to be : outside the orphanage, 4-stories of
red
brick with reinforced glass windows and a Jewish star in
the
masonry above the doorway, I remembered your name, and
how we'd met and now what's come to be. A quiet tear
rolled
down my cheek as again I dared myself to look up. This
was
nothing like an infraction, though they could call it what
they
wished. I'd heard that word before : a breaking of the
rules,
a crossing of a broken heart. Maybe not. I never did find
out.
My mind was too dizzy and before long anyway it was
over.
I lit a candle and cursed the light. Can you figure that? I
lit
a candle and cursed the light just made.
-
If I was a million miles away, or a hundred, or on the
very
surface of Mars, I'd still be thinking of you, and this
moment.
There are no Jewish stars in space? Or is that what they
all are? Beyond borders, even the ones we can mend,
there
are always others, always, others trying to get in.
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