But if I had a kid, I’d want her
to be Palestinian all the way.
I always say I’m not
going to be a slave to a baby
for what, ten years, twenty?
But if I was going to be a slave to anyone,
I’d want it to be a Palestinian baby.
After my sister had a kid,
she spent a good five years
pestering my partner and me to have one,
calling us selfish not to. (Rude.)
That always broke my brain.
Selfish to whom? The world, she said,
as if the world wanted anything
from me.
Having kids is gay, I thought to say,
in the 90s way. (Not queer as in free
Palestine—)
Kidding, I’d say,
though I experimented once
with an Olive Garden breadstick . . .
I can picture my kid’s
cringing face reading that.
I’m going to miss that.