Shira Dentz

Leaf Weather

                            Sitting here opening chestnuts
                            one comes out like a coin

Night is only sky change
blue lakewater drifting

                                                            among women who are like men,
                                                                          kind gentle hippos who congregate at wet spots

                                                                     “Do you have any children?”
                                                                                 the feeling of not having any.

                                               Headed to the shortest day
                                  i sit down, say,     with the white light

                                                                       why not?

                                   what’s the     big teenage girls     scoop?

                                                        comparing their shapes to Coca-Cola bottles

                                                                                                       “Is fall the most beautiful?”
Sweat under breasts
makes a ring, eyelid
                                  what do you do?

                                                 A lamp like a little animal
    sit there,

                     I want a specific kind of cookie,
                 the kind that becomes almost nothing when you bite into it.

                                                                                             well how can i
    when i left the
             Church bells
                                    flowers                The kids who wants to sit elsewhere

                                                                                                             at the florist?
             at the taj mahal
                                        my anger quick like a cheetah. tah. burning liquid

                                               i don't know what to tell you, the tears are your own