by Yakir Ben-Moshe Translator: Dan Alter Even when I’m alone my body acts like it’s conversing.I look at the face bent over its chest,at the hands falling to its thighs,& somehow I know it’s defeated.Your body is tired, I hear myselfswitching off the mirror, folding up its movements.But who can go to sleep amidst this […]

Your Body’s Tired, I Hear Myself