depression’s colony

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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the host

as i read and as i write

it is like the ideas are passing through

me

from one place

to another

and i am only a medium

in which they flow

one

in which they refract

my mind is a form of transit

that exhausts

and stretches

their waves

damaging their natural

essence

so they can come here

onto paper–

you have to be

empty enough

to host this many

guests

everyday