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The first thing I did as a man was take a shower. Rinse all
the blood off. I was stunned to discover that cleaning the
pelvis area is slightly more difficult for a man than a
woman (or perhaps it was my lack of experience in being a
man).
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A moment for the poet's play
Stand aside and give respect
Give a penny for this bard's work
His sweat is shining, yet I am cold.
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On Heaphastus' altar
I lay a gem
A big, shiny, emerald.
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The Jhereg is sitting on my shoulder,
whispering,
licking my ear.
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I gave birth to my son.
there was no blood,
there was no pain
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Ponder the meaning of being sane,
Who are you to judge me by what's going on in my head
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Wrapped in a blanket my muse has left me,
Cold fingers brushing through my mane.
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Look at yourself reflecting in the mirror
Can you see anything but sadness in your eyes?
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This is what happens when my muse decides to show up while
I'm in what we call in Israel "matzav kapit". It's a summary
of a story I've been planning on writing for nearly a year.
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B6 pencil on letter paper
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חזרה לעמוד היוצר הראשי
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הלך הביטחון,
הלך השלום, הלך
הכסף, הלכה גם
החברה, הלך
האוטו.
תן ניצחון של
מכבי, תן. לפחות
זה!
אחד שעומד על
שלו מול אלוהיו |
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