If Sex Is A War, I Am

If Sex Is A War, I Am A Conscientious Objector: I Will Not Play.

Hope Sleeps In Our Bones Like A Bear Waiting For Spring To Rise And Walk.

Grandmother Hannah Comes To Me At Pesach And When I Am Lighting The Sabbath Candles. The Sweet Wine In The Cup Has Her Breath.... A Little Winter No Spring Can Melt.

We Admire Predators - Panthers, Lions, Tigers, Even Wolves. Maybe To Be Naturally Thoughtful And Hesitant To Use Violence Is To Be Somehow Second Rate. To Be In The Middle Of The Social Food Chain. Especially If You're A Man. This Society Thinks Real Men Are Violent.

I Find It Easy To Admire In Trees What Depresses Me In People