poem: berlin reparations (meditations in quarantine)

a before-i-die listfor the after:a faux jewish girlstanding in lattice shadow—the town-squarein café colors,un-expressed dims. because weare a dream, the Eiffel Toweris a historical shadowabove; the girlleans against. she is smoking—pivotally, the ash blurring upwards,the ash of other peoplenot her people; she cannot makechallah bread, the necessary prayers;her body is woundin riot history: her peopleare… Continue reading poem: berlin reparations (meditations in quarantine)

poem: and your eyes like marmalade and stretched blue skys

and your eyes like marmalade and stretched blue skys: it was only a whisper, forget it. like old cd's on repeat and her hand shaking, 2005 in blacker sharpie on her nails. that's time: tipping back your head for the thickening music that scratches across the widening sky and she buries her head into your… Continue reading poem: and your eyes like marmalade and stretched blue skys