like a mismatched sock
forgotten at the bottom of the heap.
like the salty tear
that slips out as I fall asleep.
like the burning scorch
as I blow-dry my uncovered hair.
like the ringing phone
when I call to remind you I'm here.
like the jagged edge
of another friend's broken plate.
I take on the world
with only G-d as my mate.
Monday, March 2, 2009