I was the most desired maiden down at the foothills of Tora Bora. You might remember our mothers’ warnings: The spirits of the mountain would demise any soul who dares set foot on the ancient Goddess’s grounds...
Liquids of Life
Sperm, milk , birth waters,
Blood, saliva, tears…
For hundreds of millions of years –
Transferred , transmuted
On the Endless Chain of Being
Our mothers’ generation decided
Milk was unseemly,
Waged their war on tears.
And I saw Mexican babies nursing on Coke,
their moms tearless…
Orit Adar, February 27th 2019, Jerusalem