Poetry of Love, Resistance, & Solidarity

The way an artery spikes,
blue fire and light,
bullet sky, bullet brain,
confused edge.
Who meets here?
drowned against what fence?
Fire branches, mourned
& wings:
two, none, here.
“Where did they go, mommy?”

— Judith Roitman

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