Why is it that
the soldiers go by
in their uniforms?
-and we passed many trees
to come here.
To get three new papers
saying I am I.
Like the ancient and forgotten,
it crumbles into itself
Remembrance
In the density of night,
I pray you are within me
-if where I come from is your garden.
If a poet knows her sister,
it is as if to say she knows herself
Before the night ran out
or the suns shadow ceased to grace
there were flowers here
To understand the flower,
one must begin with a vein
Beneath a truth,
many absolved tellers
I, and the night
like one tangled being
vying for its other self
Mitzvot
Everyday we write a book
in memory of
the forgotten poet
My mother and her mother wore the same gold
I call it zahav
When words pressed like pearls on my becoming
Of hunger
Of love of kin
Of a legacy I speak
While my hungry child sits by the doorstep