At Cafe Bacho / Lali Tsipi Michaeli
At Cafe Bacho
This evening we sat in Cafe Bacho on King George street after
House of the Flying Daggers
The most poetic film I ever saw
I said
And I sank into a romantic triangle
which is not possible with this bizarre
waitress with a chopped hair-cut
I said to her
that she is special
She said
So are you
Then I reminded my ex-husband that a sentence can lie within another sentence
He used to hold my hand with courage for courage's sake
Tears fell down my cheeks and sank in the jasmine tea,
which the waitress
Brought
Maybe it’s she who really made me cry
She seemed like a Christian Georgian woman in a homely pub in Tbilisi
You said:
The cushions are over here
You mentioned that Erez called and didn't mention me
You said:
He got burnt
Not a word about
You
I said that I also thought about him
I said that Oren called
And you explained how she died a mysterious death she the poetess
Who went after anyone who wanted her
In Eilat
An investigation won’t bring the words back
I spoke with a free spirit
But the butterfly didn't fly
translated from Hebrew:
Michael Simkin
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