Next to the Blue House / Lali Tsipi Michaeli

Written by: 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 

translated from Hebrew:
Michael Simkin