American Teacher in Jenin

Notebooks, textbooks, letters-

I look around, taking stock of what I own.
Half a rented, packed-mud wall, an orange
given to me one hungry week ago by Amal.
A view of the gold dome and flapping clothes
out my window, a few tourist wares and new fears,
like bomb scares, and watching every passenger
on every bus. A few other things I own are packed
in a bag by the door: pieces of Turkish delight and a ticket home.

Pictures of my future-martyred students and a ticket home.