all the boys on bikes in Ramallah;
between Ramallah & Ben

Gurion the three checkpoints;
between Ben Gurion & Logan

(for example) the 14—you are told
by a local that the total number

of stops multiplied by the number
of guns along the way equals

the number of years a Palestinian
feels away from a given person

from a given place. Imagine:
all the boys on bikes you see

from the car that drives you
safely to the other side. Imagine:

hearing the transmitted calls to prayer.
Imagine: the bicycle left in gravel

on the side of the road. Imagine: walls.