6/24 again (i knew i should've edited this)

Sitting on the roof makes for good people watching. I watched the israeli soldier and wondered what he was thinking. he seemed bored, he was leaning against a tower, the sun was beating the both of us up. I kept staring at him and the soda can next to me. ten years ago, I would have probably assumed hebrew writing was from a country in asia.

I thought about my computer. I left it in kentucky with my friend’s mother, the words come out better on that computer, we have a better relationship than anything else I’ve ever had a relationship with.

the call to prayer sounded off in all directions and being stuck in the middle sounds reminds me of being in my mother’s backyard. the race track sounds similar to all the prayers going off at the same time.

I pulled out a jamal and light it up. when I arrive in arizona, I am going to give my lungs a break; I’m giving myself a break.

every now and then, a person will walk by and the bored soldier will ask them for their identification. he made the person show him everything in her bag and then sent her on her way. I am sure she assumed she would be accosted by the soldier, I’m sure she expects this every morning when she steps out of wherever she sleeps. it’s hot outside but thankfully the weather is not like phoenix, at least the breeze is cool.

my finger nails are dirty and my arms smell like bug spray. I picked the scab on my forearm and watched the blood run down. i remember when I was younger and my mother would always tell me not to pick my scabs because she was worried about me scaring. I could care less if I scare these days. the water is clean and it has an after taste similar to carrots. I chewed my finger nails and mixed them with my saliva and spit it over the edge. after watching the spit hit the pavement below, I thought about committing suicide. I wonder if I’d feel myself smashing against the concrete before I died. my armpits smell like the food I’ve been eating, olives and other vegetables. thankfully, I’ve been taking care of myself.

the little boy that runs his fathers store was below the wall, flying his hand made kite and he looked up at me, smiled, and asked for my name. I give him a new name every time he asks me, he’ll never remember my name, and people are in and out of this place all the time. I walked down the stairs without a railing and thought about being dizzy and drunk, breaking my neck on the stairs. the windows are barred off and bullet holes have baptized themselves through the glass behind the steel. I gave the man behind the counter a half a shekel for a hand full of gummy bears and quenched my thirst with more carrot water, it’s hot again today.