Sunday, April 29, 2007

I've kinda been going for gore in my poetry lately

*trigger warning for blood*

Welcome to Ramat Aviv
April 27th, 2007

Twelve stories below my new apartment
Jet lag blurring and smothering my eyelids
A woman with her head covered
Is bent in front of the grocery store.
Her head turned away from the unintelligible script.
She is a piece of difference
A curiosity for eight year old eyes
Out of place in this
Suburban confusion.
I avert my gaze
Ashamed to be staring
And find my eyes locked
On a cat, its guts spilled
Across the driveway.
I wonder if I have moved to
A land of secrets,
Hidden stares,
And spilled but unnoticed blood.

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