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While Reading Plato During a Lockdown
I want to go wherever
sense has gone. All words
are injury: sink, swim, kin.
To The Penguin Boy
“The victim is not the person who wakes
in the middle of the night. The victim is not
the person who sleeps until noon.”
Against This Earth, We Knock
Sift past lives through a sieve, careful where the wind carries.
Tumble of organs, whose house of grief?
Reach past the veil. The spirits cannot hear you.
Yom Kippur, Bushwick
Like my ancestors before me
at the five and dime on Moore Street:
a desperado Jew heads east.
You’re Far Away From Your Country Where I Am
You have seen this play a thousand times,
but as you are about to wake up
for the first time you will notice a telegram
on the gramophone:
“Woman in the Sun, 1961” & “On Finding a Sculpture of a Woman That Was Made by a Woman To”
I count the walls around me,
floorboards gleaming, bed
unmade, I do not hold
a cigarette and I am not
your wife.
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