Friday, December 1, 2017

No D

I love to write.
I am a writer.
I am a writer without 
a language.

I dream in English, count
in Hebrew.
When I feel lonely, I listen 
to my breath.

I'm a photographer.
Would I be a photographer even
if I had no film?
No camera? Probably.
No eyes?

My home?
My home is here.
My home is nowhere.
I can hold it firmly in my hand, yet 
it is nothing but air.

No, not air: no one can 
breathe my home.

No D

*Inspired by Mark Danielewski’s “House of Leaves”