An Israeli City
The loose paint on the bedroom ceiling
was an Israeli city from above--
the white roofs of the Jews, the red roofs of the Arabs.
We slept
then woke in the night
belly to belly.
It was unsettling to think
that so much animosity
could have built up in the navels
of people
who roll around in the dust
together.
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