I exhaust my body for apology

Where is my safe house?

Where is the elephant iris?

Last planted midsummer

Where is my safe house?

Near the hickory and larch trees

Last planted midsummer

My hair transformed as pine needles

Near the hickory and larch trees

A friend's death, irreconcilable

My hair transformed as pine needles

For evening entertainment Plains Indians

Often lit fir trees on fire

Where is my elephant iris?

A horizon intoxicates a body

I exhaust for apology

This poem originally appeared in Poets for Palestine.