Star of David


the lights are off the lights
pass thru your paper curtains
your back arms and the lights are
& are on your one hip

& I am eighteen & then I am one
un-harried by the passing
of these things thru
the bed & the wall
like lisps, etc.


Star of the new year, shading
the light with fine green paper

I want my tree of light, David

The one with the bark gone
& the wood white

you say the star that is
shielded with white palms
and wrapped in gauze

the piece that is
a broken M

the star rubbing
away on your hip, a shade,

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