and everything shifts right-to-left I find myself lost in places I thought I knew I did it to feel something reorient myself or rewrite my brain to only have meaningful thoughts I keep losing cuticle and finding fresh off-white scars                   on my skin the world becomes centred again            at the sight of another aggressive American airstrike heavy with indifference unmanned pre-tragedy precision-guided catastrophe then plaster-placed to the digital by its red-blue- white president of impeachments  outnumbering my heads hawk-shrill-screech president of bullets not considered bullets because they’re American first therefore born meaningful with freedom of speech handheld president emphasis on all the wrong           words cartwheeling uvula of smoke sand-    sticky leather hair claiming each a terrorist terrorist who woke up early for his village meeting or terrorist in ironed eid clothes or terrorist with face like mine no clue why I     changed my phone’s language I could have felt connected to the homeland with a missile     over my head I’d look up and leftward-read it before becoming another Yemeni tragedy headline my country worth one billion dollars of American ammunition and everyday articles      of debris-hungry children I try to forget          bone-eyed boy all rib face of our country face   of humanitarian crisis so distant from me yet me all the same terroristic and stubbled       breathy in grief given language this is not new           or different in the eyes of president          baseball root beer blue jean I think I’ll step up and offer to be our next self-elected Yemeni head of state and on that podium nationwide televised I will remember to spit in my hand and look bronze-ozymandias lackluster-liberty statue in the God-damn eye and ask him            in his currency of American ships                  how much is my one life worth?