John The Baptist (2022)
written by: Paula Puolakka
You told me that the pomegranate blossom only reminds you of
the 613 mitzvot,
and as the hermit son of the high priest,
you cannot walk with me.
I altered a part of the Song of Songs, telling you:
“Your lips are like a dead river bend;
your mouth is poisonous.”
You rolled your eyes and shook your head,
but you couldn’t find the words to scold me.
I left the flower on the rock, telling you:
tomorrow, the flower will be dead,
but – maybe – your heart will bloom
for a devotee, a poor woman like me.
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