Poem: My Brother, The Jew
I’m working on a collection of poems investigating hate, fear, and loathing: Under the banner of peace and brotherhood, my body to be scattered in bits in the noisy, sudden, non-peaceful tearing of flesh. My body a weapon against cousinhood. I have many cousins – one that smokes by the Ganges and really hates blood. one that used to be [...]
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