Hebrew for “the world to come.” A classical Judaic concept of the hereafter.
I won’t ask for much, maybe forty
more days spent sweating in tangled sheets.
Warm, knuckled and twisted over
like the top of challah—the two
of us intertwining endlessly,
no tithe and all bare skin.
Or, drunk on wine and Zythum—
our hands heavy with the weight
of wanting, mouths dry from the need
to taste the all of us. We spread
across the bed, this altar, and offer
ourselves, one salted piece at a time.
Chris Petruccelli is currently trying to survive his first winter in Fairbanks, Alaska. He is the author of the chapbook Action at a Distance, and his work has appeared or is forthcoming in Appalachian Heritage, Rappahannock Review, Still: The Journal, and elsewhere. In his free time Chris enjoys drinking whiskey and smoking cigarettes with older women.