Separation

Both of us are flowing now
In parallel channels

The curved sentences
That we curved as a river

In painful conversations
Those are getting short

We talk
Using senseless sentences

With double line spacing

In between the words

Julia

Julia cleans houses
When my little son
Played the piano
She turned to me in Russian
Her black eye-pupil shined
I understood
I took the wiper from her hand
And bagged her in Hebrew
To play
With an apologizing smile
She sat at the piano
And instead of cleaner odours
She filled the house with
Music sounds

When my parents immigrated
Mother wanted to clean houses
To add an income
But dad was stubborn
“Internal is the Queen’s honor”

In some other time
Julia set in king’s yard
But now she is
A house cleaner

סיר ללא מכסה 

פַּעַם שָׁמַעְתִּי אֶת סַבְתָּא
אוֹמֶרֶת: "לְכָל סִיר יֵשׁ מִכְסֶה"
וּמֹחִי הַקָּטָן לֹא הֵבִין
מַה הִחִדּוּשׁ בַּדָּבָר?!

כְּשֶׁהִגַעְתָּ לְבֵית הוֹרַי
לְבַקֵּשׁ אֶת יָדִי
שָׁמַעְתִּי זֹאת שׁוּב.

עַכְשָׁו נוֹתָר הַסִּיר לְלֹא מִכְסֶה
אֲבָל כְּשֶׁמַּנִיחִים עָלָיו צַלַּחַת
הַתַּבְשִׁיל יוֹצֵא לֹא רַע.

Coverless pot

Once I heard grandma
Saying: every pot got a cover
And my tiny brain did not understand What’s the
innovation in the matter?

When you came to my parent’s house
To ask for my hand
I heard it again

Now the pot is left with no cover
But when one set a dish on top of it
The cooked food comes out ‘not bad