She does not remember my name; unkindness is much more memorablethan blood She remembers seven decades later what martyred her homeland the first time. Political conviction sticks. Chants chandeliering her subconscious Habibi? Why are you in America? School. God bless you. Mohammed who? Why America? Be careful! Tell them, “America is the reason.” Tell them, “Drink the sea.” Let them ride their tallest horses. Jerusalem is ours. The biggest punch line of all time.
