After the wrong rocket collided with the moon / By way of lodestar, / we find our way to a / dark…
i was lost, so i killed my sanity/ honed my discipline/ trained to solve non-problems chosen by tortured people/ because i thought…
Under the benches / of the girl’s locker room, / in a small private elementary school, / is my deadname, calligraphy in…
Who am I? / Al-Zaitoon from the forgotten land. / 1948, at three, on foot from Haifa to Sidonto Amman / Until…
