I got married

I got married
The sea level in the soul had risen
It's been a while since I've been above
The neon lights
The stink
And the wounded cats of Tel Aviv

Sorry I lost you
While you were talking
It's probably this tiny leaf
Which fell to your left and froze
Like an echo in a distance

Then I
(Got so tired of this shudder
While laying on a quality quilt
Between two Augusts and oneself)
Was translating Thom York's lyrics
Like a suicidal girl

Nothing is above time
Just as nothing is beneath it

(Except the expectations
And my mother's voice)