you’re perfect.

all of you.

and i don’t need to say more

but i will

because i want to write about every one of you

I was in love with him once. I think.

I am chanting verse 9 of my first aliyah,

a bowl of blackberries and apple cinnamon Cheerios beside me,

fingers twirling the spoon, when -

out the window, there is snow.