Here the trees just hit the window

stop right below the windowsill they know

i sit there too

just about to reach them

Here the water in my plant overflows

water mixes with the beer mixes with the coffee

all the things I used to see and not see the day evening night

Here the cracks in the wall cover the place

reminding me that here is not just me

but him and her above below and beside

in the cracks

hebrew whispers from beside mix with greek screams from below

and i usher the whispers into my stereo

hope they won’t get stuck but will pass

and leave here

where I am tonight

 

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