on poetry on the eve of land day

29 march 2011
24 adar II 5771

it can begin
as a sick feeling
in the pit of your stomach
the remains of trauma
lingering
like someone’s smell on the air,
embodied.

it can burst forth,
a broken dam
flooding the streets
shutting
down
everything,
casualties uncountable.

it can necessitate
a painful drawing-out
a self-interrogation
words
carved
out of skin,
bled
onto the page
into the air,
staining the fabric
of your life.

we can write ourselves back
into existence
when we have been erased
or threatened
with erasure
by those
who are themselves
threatened
by our very breath.

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About mirit mizrahi

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