Give to the Kindred His Due

by Eman

Her mouth creaked open
A fat, wet tongue slapped rows of white teeth
Her throat convulsed
Grey sludge filled her pink cheeks
And dripped down her first chin

“Palestinians,” she said, “are hateful thieves”
Dark pupils turned red
“You know how the blacks are hostile”
Long hair fizzed with static and pores bled
Staining a Persian rug

My eyes watered from the smoke
Screams melted the wax in my ear
Thirty minutes were an eternity
Until I kissed her on the cheek and left
Until next year