Winter 2012
חורף תשע''ג
Homeland
When
you're lying in bed
and
all the desperate things
,scream
and wail inside
?can
you still feel at home
A
broken heart
is
like a decanter of wine that shatters
suddenly
sober
there's
no more to drink
.stains
splatter on your chest
You
can't save the wine
You
can't save the glass and
.You
can't save your white angorra sweater
.You
can only move on
A
homeland is when two bodies
fall
into each other
Their
sweat pools like dew in pink calla lily's
and
twisting spines form forest streams
.life
is created at home
.Your
mother is your home
