You have to not

think about whose blood it is

dressing your route home,

the pavement,

the news, the cry

that surely accompanied it,

the parents’ worry,

the eyes that watched,

the skin that worked itself back together

or did not.

 

I am walking through Brooklyn on another

grief adorned street and still

speaking of Palestine.

Dylan Gilbert

Dylan Gilbert (she/her) is a poet and recent graduate of Columbia University’s MFA creative program. Dylan’s poems have been nominated for multiple pushcart prizes and have appeared in University College London’s Panacea Review, The Maine Review, So to Speak Journal, Beyond Words Literary Magazine, and is forthcoming in Black Warrior Review.

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