Poetry

Running Orders by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha

They call us now,before they drop the bombs.The phone ringsand someone who knows my first namecalls and says in perfect Arabic“This is David.”And in my stupor of sonic booms and glass-shattering symphoniesstill smashing around in my headI think, Do I know any Davids in Gaza?They call us now to sayRun.You have 58 seconds from the end… Continue reading Running Orders by Lena Khalaf Tuffaha