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[...] I am unfinished business. The business that did not finish me or my parents won't leave my children in peace. In my right hand, a paper. In my left, a feather. To toss, to quill, to meet my terminal velocity. I forget Palestine has a kind way of remembering those who mark it for slaughter, and those it marks for life. I write for the future because my present is demolished. I fly to the future to retrieve my demolished present as a legible past. To see what isn't hard to see in a world that doesn't. Excerpted from [... ]: Poems by Fady Joudah All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.