In the morning after the great chaos concert the faces emptied
like beer bottles.
Who turned to look saw that between the women’s lips an apple shuddered
and in the apple– the sign of the bite.
And love? Love was threaded like elastic in underwear:
what holds it up is
what exerts the pressure.
Testifying to Beauty
Testifying to Beauty
Her poem
Revenge of the Stuttering Child
The Sign of the Bite
The Red Catalogue of the Word Sunset
Wheat
Ice Cream
Her poem
Revenge of the Stuttering Child
The Sign of the Bite
The Red Catalogue of the Word Sunset
Wheat
Ice Cream
AuthorRonny Someck