Next To the Blue House / Lali Tsipi Michaeli

Next to the Blue House Next to the blue house there was silence and an espresso machine For six shekels I could break off my rumbling stomach’s static economics And enter the collected films of Felinni We had sex before Parallel to another couple in the adjacent room She loved his dick At the moment that you glued quietness to the ceiling of the shabby hotel room Again Fellinni with bags of cottage cheese crosses the street lengthways A man in the heart of the desert night And we are there In a new edition of existence And I’m already not laughing about your quantum proof of God’s Being translated from Hebrew: Michael Simkin