Dark against a glacier-blue sky;
a flying Crucifix silent as a stone.

i know what i love
i just dont know
where that fits in the world
i mean maybe it doesn't
and maybe thats the point
but where do i carve space for myself
who will help me once i do
and who will try and bury me to cover up the mark i make?

She took the part
That broke her heart
And soon would take her life

But the pirouettes
Help her forget
She's dancing on a knife

he said,
"please stay."
and so she did.

for a little while.

•
Awh doubt, a glorious thing
Makes the heart stop fluttering
A flaw or two, a bad attitude
Slowly falling out of love,
Doubt, you pull me back down
Down from the clouds,
Into a quiet lounge.

e.s.
•

The mailman dropped a letter in our box
for Mrs. Tovia Durkan who has not lived

at our address for forty four years
and is now buried in a small cemetery

surrounded by a black wrought
iron fence and glorious mums,

we are now the caretakers of
a letter sent to a Jewish widow

leaving us to feel responsible
to attend the Bat Mitzvah of

12-year-old Sophie Bravermann;
do we bring a gift?