i’ve been told it’s rude
to not be welcoming to guests
i was told i should pride myself
in being a host
so when you came along
i let you in
i didn’t hesitate when you
burrowed further in my home
nesting thoughts and ideas
far into the rooms
of my mind
when you slept over the first night
i was excited
almost anxious that i’ve hosted you
for this long
but soon enough
we were like lovers
staying in bed well into the afternoon
and never leaving each other’s sides;
you were like my shadow
following me around the house –
until you drove me out of it entirely
so fast we turned from coexistence
to zionist occupation
you first started by changing the carpets
and dimming the windows
but soon enough
you started changing doors
and then you changed the locks
and left me out
knocking deafeningly loud
that even the neighbors could see me standing
stranded;
homeless
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