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so today i was told that if i leave dishes (in this case it was one dish) in the sink for more than an hour "there will be consequences" and I actually almost burst into tears. Not because I was mad at my mom but because this is *so* not my place. And the fact that Ilan has carried over from high school doesn't mean that the "rules" of Ilan in my ( Read more... )

My grandmother is a tiny ( Read more... )

I would like to break from my regular poetic repertoire to make an announcement to the world:

My name is Ariel N Wortzman.

My name is not Ariel N. Wortzman.

Can you tell the difference??? N stands for nothing. Why can't anybody learn?! So the point is, if you want to pretend that you know me at all, please don't dot the N, I beg you.

A poem for May

Somehow the accident of pleasure…

That devastating asset antipodal to pride…

-Marianne Moore

…how can we

tell them

to be stern and brazen

and slow,

that there is no

entrance,

only entering.

-Jorie Graham

Thank you for the tulips,
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When I want you, I

instead I let my hand

and my glasses get cold

from the rain to cover

Amichai’s binding, his

vertebrae, what’s left of his

corpse, between my legs,

while my housemate

makes love in the next room.

I hear them, and Amichai,

groaning- the window,

my legs, voices. In Hebrew

you have to be careful

not to say the “I finished”

that ( Read more... )

I wrote this about a week and a half ago ( Read more... )