the blue i feel for you is not sad 
is neon and we are walking strong
in the night our ancestors are near
reminding us to be good and gentle 
to each other / we skipped that lesson before but no longer. i stare across from the table and i’m so alive 
- thank you 

ftp / anti-copyright sharing for study and widening access to autonomous printing and distribution.

“from the river to the sea”: Collection of Palestine Solidarity Zines – formatted to print

What is Palestine to the U.S. – Prison Radio
— Read on www.prisonradio.org/commentary/what-is-palestine-to-the-u-s/

poet: cut me down to size. 
with words as arrows or knives
with sleeves inked with sweat
tears tear me down. 

poet: i can take it. 
do you? do you know how to
thread the needle and
leave me bare?

poet this is not 
a drill is not an auction
it is a precaution
and this is not a drill

i need to know. 
tell me what you see. 
believe me when i say
with reddened lips 

i’m ready. 
i’m ready, poet. 
are you? to do 
what you need to do? 

let’s play house 
you be the wife
i be the mouse 
let’s play house

let’s play house 
i be the fly
you be the louse
let’s play house 

let’s play house
you be the boss 
i be the loss
let’s play house 

let’s play house
let’s slip and slide
let’s rip and ride
let’s play house