[The truth and I are flatmates]

The truth and I are flatmates.
Since I moved in before her
my room is larger than hers. Since
I sleep late and she wakes early
we share each day only
eight hours, half of them
darkness, half light.

Some mornings she
longs to wake me up,
hesitates at the edge of my room
while I fall dizzy from dream
to dream to dream, and her small
hand, clenched for a knock
casts on my door
a trembling black bird
of a shadow.

Translated from Hebrew by Jenny Minniti-Shippey and the author.

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