

Hagaddah I am trying to understand the ways inHagaddah by ~urbanpolkadot
which an entire nation can watch another,
The Other, drown in the ocean, toppling over
waves with chariots and rearing horses,
Tumbling through coral,
an entire generation of young men fall
to their knees,
and we pick up a tambourine, rejoice,
and try to remember that we are free
Shirat Hayam, the Song of the Sea.
But it is April 19, 1943
and the guns are firing over Warsaw,
a repression of rebellion,
a slaughter of the pascal lamb leaves
human blood in the streets, dripping
down sewers, through alleyways and cobblestones
The plagues rain down with flames and cyanide an


Numb Mornings: New York City I have built a cocoonNumb Mornings: New York City by ~urbanpolkadot
with writing on the walls.
My hands stay tucked,
close to my heart.
The world melts orange
as the sun comes up.
Eyelids dart through veins and vessels,
air conditioner drips slightly,
as kettle groans, sighs, climaxes into
more silence.
My knees curl closer.
I can hear the traffic floating
through long stretches of highway
somewhere in the exterior:
a Chinatown bus
a boy in a green coat and a hunting hat
a boy with a slight gap in between his two front teeth.
a smoker, a blizzard bicycle, a horse tranquilizer.
Fragments of longings and letters
forcing me to swim across the Atlantic Ocean and drown


Love Poem ..Love Poem by ~WhoKilledKirov
last night I made a man
out of pillows and forgotten
fragments of clothes
we'd pushed into my drawers.
I held my pillow-man's hand
and made sure he wasn't too warm
because it is summer;
I'm on the second floor;
and that was always your
biggest complaint.
this morning I tried to shower
but would turn off the water and run
like a soapy dog, complete with
loyal tail wagging, to the door
thinking you'd come knocking.
You hadn't.
tomorrow will taste like
the food of a week ago
and I'll wear sunglasses,
which, if you know me,
(and you do)
will seem out of context
and like a little girl
playing dress up.
I know there are