The place where we first kiss
is, in all likelihood, gone:
destroyed by the army, the police, various terrorist organizations;
I have not been back to Jerusalem to check.
just a public bench,
hard wood warming in the fading sunlight like an old cat, peeling paint –
overlooking the cemetery on Mount Zion
and, somewhat nearer, a children’s playground.
when darkness approached we sat like suicide bombers
touching lips together
like wires and charge
“Wires and Charge”, first published in Osama (2011)