—IF YOU’RE NOT GOING TO CRY, I’LL DO IT FOR YOU

 

 

Selfie for My Wife

 

I took a selfie 

in my gear gun 

boots and camo

sitting on the sacks 

of food cracked open 

like knife wounds 

short swells of rice 

dribbling out in the 

shot like a blur of 

ice or falling snow 

here in the Gaza blaze 

carcasses strewn behind

the aid truck and pallets

while overhead a smudge 

of birds hovered sideways 

looking frantic and starved