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