14 may, 2011

a northern wind is blowing today
strong & steady so i
opened the door to let her in

she blew down the curtain
& all the posters in my office
up to and including
our beautiful declaration
& his somber commemoration

i gave up after trying
to put them back on
with shaky hands.

my body is a history book
remembering tensions
muscles clenched fear & trauma
touch & trembling

our bodies rocking
shaking loose within me
so much
into one another
nine point eight meters per second squared.

my body bears witness
to bombings & beatings
to ocean breezes
tender kisses

& today’s wind
rushing through the doorways
she has brought a gray sky down with her.

i watch from the doorstep
i know that now
is the time
to be a hero–

but a cold fist has clenched around my heart:
i can’t.


About mirit mizrahi

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