It's impossible
but if you were me I'd say
the right things to you
the things no-one says to me
the things I say to you now

In the midst of my
year of mourning for my dad
mom comes back again
from the dead, reminding me
that she passed away today

Pyroclastic flow: 

Fast gas created 

tent rocks in New Mexico 

Kasha-Katuwe white cliffs 

From Pajarito Plateau

There are many dead

who are more likable now

and I wonder why.

And I think maybe I know;

they've moved out of their own way

He confided me
with which bed he himself owns
but I still don't get
how the Mattress Firm salesman
is able to sleep at night

I'm in no mood and
this is not the time or place.
That having been said,
I'm in no mood and this is
neither the time nor the place.

They say I'm quiet
I think not quiet enough
Need to double it
Because words cause discomfort
Twice as painful as silence

70

I'll remember this
I said about this poem
Composed on Shabbos
It died while still a haiku
Because I couldn't write it

What's mentionable,
said dear, wise Mister Rogers,
is manageable.
And yet I risk managing
because I fear mentioning.

Dangling in the wind

is the way a flower feels - 

with uncertainty.

Yet the flower still has roots.

And yes, the flower is strong.

We haven't spoken
in over a month now, and
I miss our phone calls.
Part of me is afraid that
you may never call again.

66

We're Pesach roommates
and he's trembling in a dream,
firm talk waking me.
Defending his history,
dad gives the boss the business.

There are no words for
my human longing for truth
that microwaves me
burns me from the inside out
as I search in the ashes

530 AM

Sleeping and writing
can't be done at the same time
and yet that's my dream
as I lie here half awake
writing as I pray for sleep