The Poetry of
Michael G. Khmelnitsky

if you want to keep
a full  hot
pot
    of russian porridge
    warm

wrap it in layers and
layers of old news
print
      and put it to
      bed

                               if you want to keep
                               a full  heart
                               warm
                                      beating its slow start
                                      at dawn

                               wrap it in layers and
                               layers of small white
                               lies
                                   and put it into
                                   cold storage

I am your porridge