More Than We Are

Omri Kadim

                                             

Imagine if we lived with The Promise of Something Else Behind Us visible to the world

A homeless man by the obelisk carries a Dutch masterwork on his back

The woman I like to fall in love with a little bit when rock climbing shoulders a deep and

     dirty well

As for me a pair of hummingbirds do bloody battle above my head

Potential is the currency of a country you were born in, the one you left when you started dressing yourself.

I Miss How It Was Before I Knew

To Start Puzzles From The Edge

Omri Kadim

                                             

I miss how it was before I knew to start puzzles from the edge

Sight is the only sense we have for tallying victory

he twenty one or twenty two others all organize losses

So that I’m undone from the inside out

Getting older means finding symmetry tragic

Bezoar

Omri Kadim

                                             

One day I hope to wake up with exactly as many bones as I need

Right now I still carry too many

 

They jingle within me like loose change carve me up

At odd angles when I’ve been drinking it feels not right

 

I’m sorry other people are sick

None of us are made the way we’re supposed to be

 

I can tell because we age because we have to wear clothes

To keep warm because we need lip balm often, that being said

 

There’s just enough solace in the light above the waterline

To make shivering at the touch of seaweed worthwhile

 

Stick with me and please be patient

We’ll find heart shaped pebbles to swallow

 

And they’ll grind down whatever else is inside us until

We’re slick and polished, resplendent when we open our mouths

Schachmat

Omri Kadim

                                             

Schachmat means chess I remember that now but only

Since I asked my mother what I’d been saying in the home video

 

Why did it have to be Hebrew?

When I lost Hebrew I lost more than Hebrew

 

The dust they breathed at Messina

The stepping out of Lion’s Dens

 

If I’d grown up speaking French then forgot it I wouldn’t give a shit

Instead I threw away scrolls I blew out a candle God had lit for me

 
 
 
 

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