There are things this poem would rather not say by Elana Bell

We ate labneh and bread in your tents

When we had no water
we drew it from your well

Your camels carried the sand to build our houses
you built them—your hands—

Fig-tree prickly-pear human-flood

You were the wasteland we made bloom

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