poetry by Yosefa Raz

After Ten Years, I Tell An American Boy About The Army

When we lived in caravans outside of Jericho
the girls wore their bras in the shower
rubbed them with soap.
There was “choking cake” for breakfast and dinner.
We strolled around a single palm tree
holding each other’s elbows
in the mineral sunset.

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