Pack life into a few lines with me.
What's that smell, you ask?
That's me
burning out
What is Tiramisu without coffee
such a rare aroma around here
Exhale, don't miss a note
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