there's ten feet between us
and an octave of silence
my sister told me that you didn't
know left from right
and took two steps when you should take
one
and its always best to trust ballerinas but
maybe i disagree
"one brain is more useful
than a thousand broken hearts",
she says and clicks her tongue
i stopped by the synogogue
and cut my finger on a piece of glass.
a rabbi and a bleeding, black haired
optimist,
we could found an empire
or plan a revolution.
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