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we did okay.
i found a binder full of photos from my preschool years,
lined paper covered in neat cursive
signed by my teachers, women who i remember the names of
and not much else. their voices were warm and the house
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sukkot
and there is room at our table, oh so much room we are simply
bursting with food, we are overflowing,
uniformity is not a problem in our sukkah. we can
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sleepover
we stayed up til one a.m. last night
thirteen girls in a living room simultaneously laughing at nothing
& yelling at each other to please please please shut up.
we had ice cream cake and hawaiian pizza
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it's sunset
step outside
the breeze is blowing
wisps of cirrus cloud
the sky is blue
the geese are leaving
farewell
we say
and don't mean it
mean it please for once
the turning leaves will thank you
Loves
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where it doesn't wait.
I keep checking
the places happiness once sat,like a pocket
I’ve already turned inside out. -
Improbability
Oh, no, I’m not here
For a reason.
It’s an almost comforting thingThe fleck of light of a chance
The infinite things
That had to go right.
If I were a different person -
What You Didn’t Know
You see a mother and her daughter —
Both smiling, both beautiful, both whole.
What you don’t see is the message sitting in her pocket,
Telling her that her husband isn’t coming home from war.
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scheduled landing
We met like passengers
assigned to the same row
close enough to share armrests,
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A quiet border
We lie inches apart,
faces turned from one another,
like two commas in the same sentence
that never connect.
