Talia Lavin For Dalia Ravikovitch When I was a young girl I wanted to live in a hanging garden. How strange, how fun to live as a rose on top of a roof. Now that I am older I want to know into every soul I see, like I know a sentence if I've touched the page to my lips. But you see, knowing someone's soul isn't so different than watching them from a roof, seeing where their hair is thinnest, watching the strangeness of their gait, just me, fulsome rose, sentinel with many spines. I would still want to be this way if only I could guarantee that burning dress of petals would stay on me. So all night I watch the city which is still as a city in a book.