Colonizers write about flowers. I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks seconds before becoming daisies. I want to be like those poets who care about the moon. Palestinians don’t see the moon from jail cells and prisons. It’s so beautiful, the moon. They’re so beautiful, the flowers.
Cartoon smartphone with devil horns and an evil grin: Well, well, well, look who’s tipsy. Better use one of my rideshare apps, drunkie. Those taxi driver unions aren’t gonna bust themselves! Ha ha!!
Cartoon beer can with little angel wings and a halo appearing above my shoulder as I start my car: Hi! I’m Roadie, the Road Beer! Wanna play a fun game? It’s called “drink me all up before you drive past the elementary school”!
Muffled voice coming from my glove box: Uh oh, looks like we’re getting pulled over! You’re gonna be real glad I decided to come along!
the girls when they’re watching a tragedy where two of the main characters’ doom is the starting premise of the story and the push and pull against inevitable tragedy informs every pivotal turn in the show:
