i live in the skin of starsun and gilt-edged love.
in light I lift up your sunstarry eyeless eyes.
“We, the people, reenact our salvation,
recollecting over matzah and merlot
the tide of events escorting us forth
from servitude to liberty; perennially imperiled,
we dismiss millennia and return to the sea”
“We were the children of the dead, priding ourselves on all the “heroic” ways in which
our dads had died as “martyrs,” mastering
words that denied us an idyllic childhood: shrapnel, missile, and RPG, which sounded
like the coolest word to leave our mouths.”
“…The world is inexpressible and what one learns to do is to hear everything as a provisional, albeit necessary involvement, of understanding. It doesn’t eclipse what’s going to be revealed next…”