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Status Report
translated from the Hebrew by Yuval Perez

It was nice of you to call, it's nice to hear 
your voice.   How are you ?  you are 
much better now.   I've seen the work you published 
in the magazine.  Yes, more than a few years had passed since:
and it shows, there are few offsprings,
he didnt say how many. One should not 
count.   So, how am I ?   the same walls and
hundred & twenty square feet:   the ground aways
around me and everything cracks.  I trembel
at nights: sudden breaks,  the plaster 
peels off,  up on the roof bats spit 
showers of fruit mash softened by puke and grains.   And if I
attend to this silence coming from 
your phone, I can clearly hear:
herds of longings fading away, galloping towards the mountains.