They tell me it is okay to dance
to this music as we all should
be very modern religious Jews
who need to bust the most modern moves.
Working the lonely late shift, a gas station cashier shares a silly moment with a special kind of stranger.
Meet me in the white space between the words, where the language of tongues has no boundary, and end sheets frame the rooting around. We’ll dance the iambic dance, frolic … Continue reading