the desert in Israel
My body mirrors the division over the land,
as does my mind: traif da’at.
This hurts.
And is relentless.
The community I loved,
in the Diaspora,
my home,
is being torn apart by this war.
There are casualties.
And I am one of them.
The further we remove ourselves,
from our home,
the greater the agony

of exile.

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