And I Tell Myself, A Moon Will

One Day, I Will Be A Poet. Water Will Depend On My Visions.

The Poem Is In My Hands, And Can Run Stories Through Her Hands.

She Does Not Love You. Your Metaphors Thrill Her You Are Her Poet. But That's All There's To It.

I Am Not A Lover Of Israel, Of Course. I Have No Reason To Be. But I Don't Hate Jews.

I Learnt All The Words Worthy Of The Court Of Blood So That I Could Break The Rule I Learnt All The Words And Broke Them Up To Make A Single Word: Homeland.