always after Patricia Smith
it's loud dinners and slammed doors. hoping
for an early d**h, a prayer for the cessation
of Palestinian suffering under your breath
after the hamotzi. it's more than four questions
on Pesach. it's republican dinner guests
with bad breath and bad jokes. it's knowing
they yearn for all-white everything. even the children
too olive, a goliath disappointment. not enough
doctors in the room. the stupidity of suburbia
and the indoctrination of watching tv and never
leaving the strip mall. it's people who believe
the world is flat and uncle sam's fairy tales
real. it's knowing we are not chosen
after all, we are just like any other white folk
who take what's not theirs and lie about it.