poetry archive: poem to an interrogator

For Chana, ז״ל, but not to her.

18 october 2010 | chesvan 10 5771

i
am going
to haunt you.

i will be dedicated in my action,
and at first you won’t realize
what it is,
when a plate in your home breaks.

but then,
when
they keep breaking,
like the people
you break,
day in
and day out
and you can’t sleep

like the prisoners
you keep
from sleeping
in an effort
to break them,

maybe,
then,
you will know.

and,
if you don’t know by then,
i’ll write,
in red marker,
my final words,
onto the walls of your home.

perhaps you will mistake them at first
for blood
but don’t worry —
i am a ghost,
and i don’t have blood
anymore.

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About mirit mizrahi

artist, writer, activist, giant. זהירות! אני מזרחית
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