These are from almost two years ago, but freshly revised
Shacharis
to feel uh to feel uh
tofeeluh tefillah
of course uh don’t pray
repeated words a rubbed off eraser
and the freestyle’s too much like
Dear Diary
I keep my lips shut
find the place of brokenness and hang there
but cant feel broken every morning
I lay the tfillin and pull up the blinds
let the plants have some sun
lids down,
“i’m not of this world”
getup check myself out in the mirror
kick around the bag on the floor
unwrap
Shacharis #2
special sort of dryness – mouth hollows
like tupperware, hosting words,
unwanted family members I like them
much less than what it means to say them god’s name – a sound-pit
trekking through the stomach unprocessed, maybe
god is the conscious movement between – between another us –
in a place I’m sort of seeing words get snugger –
try them again en route thinking bagels for breakfast
of course another us where’s it
find the self already sitting unwrapped
01/25/2008