Is burning everything
near her, everything
must come near her
gravity, dust
from six dimensions
disconnect,
she has disconnected
from earth, and is not responsible
for me.
She is shrinking
but too hard to lift.
The bed works like a daughter,
flat, upright, flat.
She is tied tight. She might slip
off the edge of the ship.
There is only one sun,
but many currents, electricity
and the dark, which is solid
as its own planet,
diluted by rivers of sound.
She has a plastic tube,
oxygen, food, umbilical,
all the supplies she needs
for the voyage, but she cannot
move, and I cannot move,
and we are all waiting.
Jane Medved is the author of Deep Calls To Deep (winner of the Many Voices Project, New Rivers Press 2017) and the chapbook Olam, Shana, Nefesh (Finishing Line Press) Recent essays and poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Seneca Review, The Cider Press Review, Guesthouse, Juked and The Tampa Review. Her translations of Hebrew poetry can be seen in Hayden’s Ferry Review, Copper Nickel, RHINO and Cagibi. She is the poetry editor of the Ilanot Review, and a visiting lecturer in the Graduate Creative Writing Program at Bar Ilan University, Tel Aviv.
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