Hebrew Was Frozen, Like Frozen

Often, The Stories Are Very Much Like Trust Falls. You Fall, And You Hope The Story's Going To Catch You.

It's Kind Of A Reflex For Me To Ignore My Own Wishes And Think About Other People First.

And She Loved A Man Who Was Made Out Of Nothing. A Few Hours Without Him And Right Away She’d Be Missing Him With Her Whole Body, Sitting In Her Office Surrounded By Polyethylene And Concrete And Thinking Of Him. And Every Time She’d Boil Water For Coffee In Her Ground-floor Office, She’d Let The Steam Cover Her Face, Imagining It Was Him Stroking Her Cheeks, Her Eyelids And She’d Wait For The Day To Be Over, So She Could Go To Her Apartment Building, Climb The Flight Of Stairs, Turn The Key In The Door, And Find Him Waiting For Her, Naked And Still Between The Sheets Of Her Empty Bed.

There Are Two Kinds Of People, Those Who Like To Sleep Next To The Wall, And Those Who Like To Sleep Next To The People Who Push Them Off The Bed.

For Three Months, A Person Sits And Looks At You, Imagining A Kiss.