Tabula rasa

when the heat separates

from the light

before the water boils

and the letter month

still awaits its stars

All I want is tactile pleasure

Walls, words, skin

mountain faces, snacks

ideas, music, books

Forever hooked

to their texture

Skateboard wheels on pavement

עושים

חיים

Once a year

every summer

my breath stretches out

in desire

to learn a new dance

Tango

Woke up extra early

to do extra nothing

and listen to bird bells

christen the lands again

How did this bug get in here?

 Curiously watching myself

picking from have-to-do

and want-to

Summers are wild