Ninety-seven walk through glue days.
In a row.
Soul rubbed raw.
For better or worse, the inside of everything is showing now.
My eyes are dust. The harshest images
defy tears.
I cry only from that which is tender.
Too much of this. Not
Enough of that.
Half my heart is severed.
And half soars towards redemption.
Finally.
The Drawer
Shiva in the Pessach home is unique. Visitors stream in and out, and a special warmth exudes throughout the house.
