[prose poem]A little genesis, please. It’s the ink, Lord. It feels like you forgot to make the ink make the words. Let it not
everybody’s making holes the chicks scratch through their litter only to find yesterday’s news beneath the flickers peck the earth for ants and enlarge
MOUNTAIN AVENS This is when the birds start to lay eggs. And this one starts to uncoil. Today the sky is most unfriendly. Downright
To seal the mouth after the Seder meal so that nothing unholy might enter with the exception of two cups of wine is what