I lay on the cold floor and listen to Emily. Maybe a tear falls from my eyeball to the wood Beneath my head. Maybe it is just sweat because my radiator is in full blast. But maybe it’s a tear cause I’m on the floor listening to joanna newsom
The occupation persists, the oppression persists, the torture persists.
The occupiers are psychotic and their work is never finished.
People who’ve paid attention won’t be surprised by this photo from Gaza.
