“LIBERATION IS ROTTING IN YOUR FIGS ” by leena aboutaleb
I ate my country as we laid bare and scorching licked a shivering delicate like a placenta tongue up thighs like a cannibal, like an urgency, like a Palestinian akh ya Rabi, I’m so infatuated with country-land I draw borders in oil pastels, how delirious of me turn the Opera on let us hear a […]
