Arafat Returns by Alex Chambers
The Middle East as a pair of pants, undone.
Coming in third on Arabian Poet we have
Woman in Burka Who Has a Name. A plan
for pants undone, revealing a sexy Jewish
midriff dancing on the ship of state.
Marauders are so hungry, bless their hearts.
Plato’s ventriloquist said the city was only
for pretend after we got all charged-
up about sharing around our breastmilk.
Yes, certainly we did—those beautiful boys
in full bloom fingering their AK-47s
on Yemen’s Poetry Hour. Being a model
city, Jerusalem has no need for a zipper
on its fly. It exists only in the minds of Lego
store designers. “Look, Daddy, look
at all the little colonies. Can I have one?
I want I want!” Being on a budget
we bought an I ♥ Israel shirt instead.
Certainly we could see some panties, but
if you explain sexiness to children early
they’re less likely to be drunks late. Look
at France. Look at Kabul. It was a classic
American love story, the taciturn loner
riding in and shooting blanks all over
the place. Only some of them weren’t
blanks. Only some of it wasn’t love
All rights reserved to Alex Chambers
Originally published in Paper Darts Volume Three
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