August 26, 2017

Sometimes in the silence

I can finally contemplate

you—the crook of your elbow

as you lean in to me,

the sky around us growing darker,

closing in on the glass

covering us like a sheath.

I'm worried it will shatter 

and cut me deep in the stomach—

piercing a place even

blood has...

August 25, 2017

       “But what else

can a mother give her daughter but such

beautiful rifts in time?”

    - Eavan Boland, “The Pomegranate”

It was years ago that she clung to a blonde boy

in a Nachlaot slum,

since she ate sunflower seeds

and forgot to notice the bi...

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