From a manuscript in progress.

Oh no, when I said
that playing doctor is a violence,
I did not intend for your piercing vision
to sense that I am an angry man.
What kind of English are you
in the presence of a Palestinian learning his trade?
Why did it escape us that
my eyes are on your pockets,
your body’s given over with rights,
the ear I float over your tummy,
the rubber hammer,
my fingertips that compose your exposure.
All have become needles and radiation
…