western wall

all streets end here
ha kotel hama aravi
you can see . me
dripped in sweat
wings and little cars
utterly impossible

i don’t know . don’t
know anything . here
a guest amongst glyths
and gender . divided
lilith isn’t enough
gabble our beliefs
lips are not lips
lying on your earth
things cannot die
covered in bark

i know i stutter . fail
painting you . an object
like a tree . or smoke
it's garbage at the edge
like a mirror shouting

but i am still a jew
with inside . outside
my head against you
cracked . bleeding
i care for every brick
your possibilities
amaze me . greater
than any frail lyric
you ground . like words
sounds of words . not
tired . ar / gue / ments
you are better than i do