Ashkelon

You are only 8 miles north the border of Ashkelon, His breath heavy in the hush of heat rising Oh Adonai, איפה אני Love-grains layer on sift away, slick as the sickest sandcastle.

Hence I pour Formaldehyde on my fig trees Spoiled from root to seed.

You tasted like cherry brandy, sweet as dirt caked dates in the Jordan Valley, tender to the bone. By god I want you back

Now my father’s child stares dead cold in the dining room mirror. Plunderer-of-life Prim-lipped doll.

Go on, shatter your madame alexander. Go on, give yourself away Bursting asunder, blood rivens over cliffs of clenched fists All Blue.

I miss the girl I never met gulping oxygen in her Barbie tent. Purple polka dots on my belly and greedy pins under thin skin; she knew.

furrowed brows, the small of my back melds upon your microscope. make of it what you will Pride withheld permission, still I became an Honest Thing. a cure’s in sight bathing my wounds in refracted light.

Sweet surprise, Rosy softness wrapped in sinew Saccharine smile and eyes webbed with dew. darling girl, I am looking at you.