Sarah Rosenblatt - Poetry

Reprinted with permission of the author.
    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

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