I hate my name, it echoes yours

I look at my hanging clothes and feel the horror

I’m alone, just the hum of the AC, the fan sleeps beside me in the heat, next to the bed where you used to be

When I fall asleep, when I sweetly die

God allowed me to dive in a Greek, but I didn’t let the Greek dive in me, so to speak

The happiest Woman is The One, that chose to walk barefoot

Silence cuts with empty sorrow. Better nothing, than a future filled with fear of tomorrow

I’m irritable, like a buzzing mosquito I’m fierce, like a dragonfly in flight, you know

Still, you weave me into your braid and I let you, unafraid

I tumbled down the stairs, my steps weak and unsteady Polin, tenth of July, and the heat is so heavy

I long to plunge, no rope, no trace

Wrapped in worry, not scarves with stars in place, we remind ourselves, Our Home's still at war

Falling rose petals drift, like snow beyond the pane

A weeping child quenches with the sun

Inside, decay; outside, a greasy smear

Ventolin by my pillow a blanket tight

I wink at the mirror, whisper meafar bati and pride swells again as deals close, all it with that ease 

.אדוני אחד .שקט, כלב .שמע את  ישראל

Your breath reminds me of cherry bloom

The crow walked, not a caw