Returning

Just so you know it'll
probably take me some
time to unsteep
from where I just was

to have the dye of there
fade from my thoughts
like the freckles from
my skin in the winter

Until then I'll
probably be blinking a lot
and speaking in hesitant
tones as if I can't quite
focus on you or verify your
existence to myself

or really the existence of
anything outside of the
book I've been reading so
intently

the book
whose last page
I turned before finding
my seat on the plane whose cover
I thought I'd shut whose words
won't stay put

defiantly uncoiling
from the perfect loops
into which I'd coiled them

like an unruly set of tefillin

reblogged--"Unrequited Love Letters"

"What does one do with the detritus of unrequited love?"

Unrequited Love Letters

thanks but I'll stay cracked a little longer

I am sorry I can't go
out with you tonight for God
heals the broken-hearted and

binds up their
wounds and I'm not
ready to get a clean bill

of health God's signature
on a prescription order in my
hand as God exits through the

curtain separating me from God's
other patients and leaves me alone

to change back into my street clothes

how about you try me again in a couple weeks

8.30.2013-10.14.2013

Henna II

Swirls and flowers mark my movement
from one life to another

Pungent black the first day
soon a brick-brown stain
is all that is left of

a change a moment a
feeling I try to hold on to
as tan streaks fade

into the barest blush
that threads along my
skin cracks until it is

indistinguishable
and who I am now
is all I can remember

July 7 2013

The softness of the carpet feathered between my toes and I reached arms up until my shoulder blades opened. Why these shorts? This shirt this bracelet? May the window open and my Muse come through may the window open and the one to whom I am Muse come through

Psak

I remember Musa
prefers not to play
for mixed dancing

but we are behind the curtain
and already started and
we aren't really what he's
talking about

right? In any case this
is not a regular makom
dancing so we don't need

a mechitza and if you want
I will rule that it is fine
as long as we make sure

that four amot remain between
us 66% of the time and in any case
people are watching
and I want to

After Rev. Dr. Stephanie Paulsell's "Devotion in the Study of Religion"

"Devotion in the Study of Religion:
Address for the Convocation of Harvard Divinity School
at the Opening of the 198th Year"

My face is made of angles
and your teeth gleam in your face
and my skin shines like moonbeams
and your lashes are of nightsbreath
and my hair curls around your fingers
and your hair curls around your hat
and your hand closes upon my shoulder
and my eyes close upon your shoulder
and your smile is behind my eyelids
and I drool in my sleep I and do not know
what you do in yours

Nachlaot

nachlaot30
fish food one flake
each morning
under stove top dairy
bottom meat washing:
1 = hottest dryer-
better to line dry
"the world is not really
like it appears"
June 25, 2010
1 more cucumber?
1 red bell pepper
"friction creates energy"
birth || prayer
effort
give into it
"an active vessel"
Isaac coming down
from the altar
intersection - tzomet
spinach
eggs
oil

Scattered

Dark
fumbles
in the night
That
is the door that
is the corner
of my bed that
is a suitcase
That is your back
under fumbled
clothing these
are my arms!
Crazy dreams
of fumbling dark
corners suitcase
beds clothes
that scatter
in the night

Deconstructed

Deconstructed poem

To write a deconstructed poem
first I should probably deconstruct myself
My belief in God should be separated
into its constituent components and next
I'll take this love and put the neediness
over here the truth over there and the joy
well actually the joy goes with the truth

Love is so deep loooove lurve I lurrve you
I lurve this world its soft skin its velvety
fingers

Deconstructed

What is my head
doing over there?
And someone has decided
to arrange my finger bones
in size order on that table
My insides feel all
organized
alphabetically
I don't even know their functions anymore
And what are you doing here?
I haven't seen you outside of my heart
in years

Deconstructed

Wait! Wa-
wait! I'm not
finished with
you come back
here your arms
are out of reach

Deconstructed

Whaaaaaaaat...?
"They've either gone to bed
or they've disappeared"

Deeeeconstructed

What
are these hands
doing
on my arms
I don't
remember them

De construct

Can we unbuild it?
Yes We Can!

De Construct

Woosh
wwwoosh
what
wh
wh
w
mmm
I miss you
you light forest
grey city
gay neighborhood

Deconstruct

Missing
where
is my arm
the fingerrrs
this email
from you
a
hesitation
a
decision
I
you
my arms
you
me
my
more
wanting more
wanting north
norwhals (?)