Suheir Hammad


a woman wears a bell carries a light calls searches through madness of deir yessin calls for  afah for bread orange peel under nails blue glass under feet gathers children in zeitoun sitting  ith dead mothers she unearths tunnels and buries sun onto trauma a score and a day rings a bell she is dizzy more than yesterday less than tomorrow a zig zag back dawaiyma back humming suba back shatilla back ramleh back jenin back il khalil back il quds all of it all underground in ancestral chests she rings a bell promising something