ממחר דף חדש [Mimakhar daf khadash] [English translation]

in her room in front of a mirror she stands

after long years of sitting

right hand covering, left hand massaging

a sick breast a lowered head she's parting

and who should I blame she asks

that I don't recognize in this reflection

the grace that adorned my face in the past

every year and year deep in the flesh

the body remembers

no it's not too late

moments of missing something are a lie of time

after the breaking a wind apprises pushes away the unease

starting tomorrow a new leaf starting tomorrow

and the night is bare there's nowhere to hide honey [lit. my soul]

only the light in the fridge lies a comfort

in her head digesting the same point

that her life has left her lonely

so many hands have touched her body [lit. how many hands didn't touch..]

each finger an experience of the skin a layer of protection

on her breast her lovers have lost their innocence

when they faked promises and fulfilled their leaving

the body remembers

no it's not too late

moments of missing something are a lie of time

after the breaking

a wind apprises pushes away the unease

starting tomorrow a new leaf starting tomorrow

groggy she asks

whether she's going to be all right

a hand streaches out searching

the roughness of a bandage on a scar apprises

• Artist:Efrat Gosh