Blessed the crea-
tor of women, and all of
their complications.
Glass of ice water:
two substances, one face – here
complete each other.
Sustenance: derived
from the old. But the new is
something one must feed.
Who is happiest?
The occasion’s celebrants?
Or the caterers?
She laughs like a bell.
Saint or sinner? As long as
I have milk for her.
Collapsing in bed
and there I find a partner
full of sleep power.
I daven as if
I have control over words.
They know otherwise.