Review by nyankonii - Rifqa

emotional reflective

5.0

“The soldier, blonde and sunburnt, asks her for her permit.

My permit: these wrinkles older than your country's existence.

My smile is a sun.

The soldier,

accented and

unhebrew, asks her what's in the bag.

Figs, bitch. What else you want to know:

I stuffed them with storms and bombs and blows.”