Poetry Magazine

 

  Lenore Weiss

USA

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Palestinian-American woman clerk from Westfield Shopping Valley Fair Mall in San Jose Macy's where your hands use to play piano upon the glass countertop of so many things.
 How should you know why West Bank residents danced in the streets after World Trade Towers crumbled into garbanzo paste?
 How should you know why people hate Americans enough to dredge streets of lower Manhattan in dust floors of offerings?
How should you, a Palestinian woman, have answers to any questions when for so many years your home has been a solution to a problem without a home?
"She's bad for business," said the human resource manager. Anyone can see her head scarf is wrapped around anti-American sentiment rocks she'd throw at glass countertops.
Alia Atawneh, Palestinian-American woman, tell them how we are not a people but a marketplace America where everyone has money to buy more things, where children walk hills without land mines.
Tell them how we are not John, Dick, or Harry, nor Jane, Marie, or Gloria. Tell them how the world asks, with all we have why can't we do better, not for the Marketplace where you and I spend money to be patriotic, but for people, for people?

 

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