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rachel tzvia back

A beloved disappoints me.
I speak to him.
Impossible he should not

reply by saying what I
have said to myself
in his name.

The debt of the one
desired (far corner of
a crib, a room, an unforgotten 

not-father) is as wide as
the visible horizon
as great as

desire itself.
To accept that
he is other than

first comforter,
certain shelter,
exclusively

mine
is to imitate
the renunciation

admit all covenants
are broken (heifer,
she-goat and ram

in bloody pieces
laid out
gently

in the dirt)
at the moment they
are made.

The only truth of
the beginning.