challah
he didnt take much honey on his apple, much preferring the tart green i was
talking through bread in my mouth and i want to paint this and this and this and i see why theres so many paintings of such
a holy moment struck the common man
and i think its more beautiful after its half eaten half beaten half gone
the candlefire is warm and inviting without punishment
i douse my bitterness in honey bandage
trying to pull with ropes my hot air balloon
back to 2005
rosh hashanah
the smoke rises straight up with a kiss to disconnect easily in heaven made in heaven back to heaven
it smells the same as every birthday.
9.25.22