Author: Gad Kaynar
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Times Square Heatwave Noon
Put on your flip-flops.The sky is broken. You’ll get hurt.The kid doesn’t get brokenMetaphors. He’ll get hurt.The cut will get infected. HeWill turn into a guru on fifth.Or into a handicap.Whichever comes first.Meanwhile celestial angelsAre trampled on with earthly bootsTrying to pick up the piecesAmidst the throngs of feet with their cupsTo go to go…
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like Walter Benjamin
For Freddie Like a luteTouched by a breath of airAnd it sings on its ownWrote Walter Benjamin. Like a breath of airTouched by a luteAnd it sings on its ownI write. Like peopleBereft of airStrangled by stringsWho touch themselves. Like thoseWho are no more.And they touch us.And we sing. Like Walter Benjamin. Translated from Hebrew…
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a plea
I plead my immense fatigue to subdueMe like the dragon beseeching Saint GeorgeTo grow from his fertilized, defeated body a kingdom on the banksOf the Lethe River and graceful oblivion models will trot beside itAdorning a wreath of witless smiles. Translated from Hebrew by Natalie Feinstein
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in my mother’s drawer
In My Mother’s DrawerI found aerial photosThat mapped meOut From afar.From above.Un-Touching. Translated from Hebrew by Natalie Feinstein
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Oedipus Goes into Exile
The frenzied doves are pecking at the eyes of the morning Knocking over the dishes given as provisions for his trip To Colonus. The door closes behind him like the eye of a dying cyclops. He muddles along in a warm puddle of sunny gonorrhea And to find his road of no return he Scatters…
