Heat Wave
Sheets entangle him
Naked on his bed
Like a toppled mast
Slack sails bedeck
At sea, no ballast
For that even keel
He cannot keep —
No steering wheel
As he falls asleep
Samuel Menashe
Here
Ghost I house
In this old flat —
Your outpost —
My aftermath
Here Now
Now and again
I am here now
And now is when
I’ m here again