I see poetry as spiritual medicine.
To be under occupation, to be under siege, is not a good inspiration for poetry.
She does not love you. Your metaphors thrill her you are her poet. But that's all there's to it.
I am from there. I am from here. I am not there and I am not here. I have two names, which meet and part, and I have two languages. I forget which of them I dream in.
I never wanted children, maybe I'm afraid of responsibility.
Where can I free myself of the homeland in my body?