Going Rogue With Caitlin Johnstone

When the slaughter stops in Gaza I will get to those cobwebs, promise, and water that monstera, and clean out that goo in the fridge. When the slaughter stops in Gaza I will youtube how to grow strawberries, and whether dinosaurs ever had feathers, and what's the deal with hibachis -  is it something to do with fondue? When the slaughter stops in Gaza I will brush my hair out finally, and call my Mum god bless her and make her a perfect lasagna -  no, two; I'll make one for freezing, and I'll give Dad back his drill. When the slaughter stops in Gaza I will teach myself to play 'Nightswimming', and do a drawing of that face that I took a pic of with my camera in that packed tram in peak-hour Back Before All This Happened, and I'll make some kind of cake. When the slaughter stops in Gaza I will sit with my love in our camp chairs, our fingers entwined with our heart strings, kicking coals awake til magpies chortle "oh boy are you guys still up?" and then I'll let him give me an orgasm -  the kind that rips thro