Poetry: Kadosh Baruch Hu
KADOSH BARUCH HU Open my lips, I whisper, closing my eyes to look for you. But all I see is the inside of my eyelids, screen of the 19 inch black and white television of my childhood, the knob stuck on a channel that doesn’t come in. And yet, I turn to you. Not turning really, but I back-float and you hover above me, I am staring out the window of the train at the seagulls and the passing mounds…