ALT israel claims the triple-tap bombing on nasser hospital which killed five journalists and medical workers was a “tragic mishap” targeting a “hamas camera” every morning i wake up in my hamas bed and i drink my hamas coffee before brushing my teeth with hamas toothpaste. the tines of my comb spell hamas and i run it through my knotted hamas hair. it goes without saying that i get dressed in hamas and check my hamas phone only to learn about hamas giving birth to another new sibling. the Pope was hamas and the dentist was hamas and the journalist was hamas and the poet the teacher the child the father the mother the sister the brother: all hamas. i can still get eggs and bread which i fry in a hamas skillet and serve on a hamas plate. in Palestine hamas does not eat and in the soulless amerikkkan empire i choke. at work in my office i am draped in hamas and i know this because no one here cares if my family lives or dies in a “tragic mishap.” they cannot see my hamas tears on my hamas

ALT face and my hamas words are illegible to colleagues and students and doctors and deans. my dog is hamas when he climbs into my lap and nuzzles his nose in the crook of my neck. by the transitive property the cat is also hamas. everything the light touches is hamas and everything i feel is hamas and everything you don’t is hamas. yesterday i held a hamas vigil for my hamas heart by which i mean i screamed into the night and because my rage is hamas the police came to enforce the noise ordinance. the earth is hamas when it grows something despite every attempt to kill it. the sea is hamas because it refuses to be contained. god is hamas when she counsels mercy. after i die my body becomes hamas and the unmarked grave is hamas and my last will prays from the river to the sea and my spirit watches and waits for Palestine to be free.