I give up, I sayto the Palestinian boy holding his breathbeneath the ripples of a branchof the Litani river.I tap his shoulderand rise to the surface early, my chesthalf full of oxygen.I could have outlasted him.
I give up, I say.But reallyI let him win.Victorious, he grins.without knowing
I’ve looked outof rain-washed windowsand wept over an impossible love.I’ve tried with others to end the brutality of warsand find fullness in a lifethat leaves us all empty handed in one way or another.
Someone ought to triumphin a landslideSomeone ought to smileand gasp with delightfor a small victory almost worth dying for.
I give up, I say to the child(though I haven’t really).You win.You’re it.

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