POETRY

Untitled- Orly Bendavid 2021 

The radio has configured jazz 
and I am in love with salty black notes unbroken with age 
my neighbor’s infant is mongolian throat singing in the early mornings 
our hallways, cluttered with sunken off key echoes
while men like like refugees leave my apartment 
escaping through the front door 
I awake to the dog licking my face 
the cat purring across my chest 
as small bouts of thunder and lightning crowd my forehead
has he called yet?

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NYC Driver - Orly Bendavid

the brooklyn bridge, 
the carbon dope,  
the watershed trance of endless road
i am always rushing
trying to out drive the sunset   
maybe it’s because I still love the radio
my pot bubbles over 
the dog wish, someone else’s green grass 
the luminary over meserole st facing west
maybe i don’t want to go home
the smell of the apple in my purse
the lunatic rage at the parking ticket
on the dash
the gas pedal
all the way down 
I lost my car in industry city today
my fingers almost froze right off 

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