i wait for you to appear anywhere that is not under my skin, or under my eyelids, in the space between my thighs when i lie on my side and rock myself to sleep. i do that, you should know. i rock myself to sleep like a baby does on his mother's shoulder. for you i wait under a starry sky, for someone who gets the way that i birthed you, for your maturity and my forfeited release of you, my heartbroken relapse of painted-over, washed-out days. starry skies add reminiscing to their picture and i, with you, am forced to collide crash and burn our mended memoirs, hope for a replacement for you I wait, my dear replacement. I close my eyes and type you out and maybe something good will arise from my madness. I do, I wait for you, I do so sometimes and you do not arrive and I am blinded that you are busy and I am less important so you will visit and I will wait, wait, wait longer and longer and then I will have missed all the other words th
spoken word and free verse by michal shilor || שירה כתובה ומדוברת מאת מיכל שילאור