Poetry

Itchie has a dolly.
He calls her Dolly.
Itchie loves his Dolly.
He plays with her all the time. He also has a friend.
His friend is the…

I.

his hands were speckled in cheerful red polka dots
and Cain thought (just as he reached the end
of his psychonautical journey)
that he’d…

I come

to my daughter’s place

invitation in my purse

among my to-do lists, my half-read book,

my nibbled-on snack, my nearly-gone drink.

A Jewish tradition

A superstition

inviting the dead to…

in zebra patterned bodysuits

the dancers slither apart

shimmy in circles,

in odd jumpy steps

across the yawning space

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Where is the film
of the woman banging pans in rage
because her husband is late and the kids are fighting
or the man smiling because he caught the train
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Dark, dark, oh so dark
Yet also comforting; the warm blackness
You can turn on the lights.
You might even succeed in bringing in…

For want of a nail the baby was lost,

For want of the baby the tzaddik was lost,

For want of the tzaddik the generation was lost,

For want of the generation the…