She Does Not Love You. Your Metaphors

May Poetry And God's Name Have Mercy On Us!

Against Barbarity, Poetry Can Resist Only By Confirming Its Attachment To Human Fragility Like A Blade Of Grass Growing On A Wall While Armies March By.

And You Became Like Coffee, In The Deliciousness, And The Bitterness, And The Addiction.

Exile Is More Than A Geographical Concept. You Can Be An Exile In Your Homeland, In Your Own House, In A Room.

I Want To Find A Language That Transforms Language Itself Into Steel For The Spirit--a Language To Use Against These Sparkling Insects, These Jets.