like my people, my
thoughts
poems
head
love
history
all are scattered.
and now that my matriarch is dead,
what
where
who
am i?
why did you leave me like this?
i don’t feel ready.
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feigeleh
אם אין אני לי, מי לי? וכשאני לעצמי, מה אני? ואם לא עכשיו, אימתי – ancom jewitch, sad poet
