Outside, there's too much noise
and little room for hope...

I don't recall
the first time I knew him...

Tonight, Jesus won't be born.
Trees, ornaments, nativity sets...

I swear Jesus cried that night.
It was Friday, and the skyline...

The last time I saw Beirut,
a full moon was curbing its rooftops...

0- The womb.
In the third week vision becomes clear...

One day, when all of this ends,
we will collect our bones...

This boat, father,
this boat is drowning slowly...

Tonight, he'll make her beautiful
in the finest worry suits; all raw...

She says I'm a son of the city
we're battling in. It's inscribed...

Mother, are we alive?
I waved at our neighbor this morning...

All I recall is the sight of people running away,
some in pajamas, others the way God...