My parents had always had a copy of Kaddish, which my mother urged us to read, but refused to really discuss the book.
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“every long night before I met you // every long night when I wanted you”
It was late in the evening and dark, the dark river with its lights passing by, reflections from the Seine travelling across the ceiling, sliding along the walls.
I have not / strayed far from the dead. I see their hip favored / executives and can pick them out from big / crowds
She bravely gazes into the unknown without trying to articulate what gazes back.
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That day has never ended. / The fence he built is still new.
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“Sometimes I feel like a beetle. / Hanging on to a blade of grass / for dear life while what others describe / as a gentle breeze knocks the wind out of me.”
(poetry)
It’s theirs as much as mine, / this house, their great black wings / sweeping past windows as the day unfolds
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After double shifts / waiting tables at the country club, / she soaks herself pruny, / floats on the water until the streetlights hum.
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The historical cloth covers two forms / beating like the angels’ hard bodies in the midst of changing time.
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“I tried twitching my nose, but nothing happened.”
Entangled one with another they watch us. / The good died too soon.
(translations)
O, old ocean! the river has mixed with your waters / where I so often bathed
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“Maybe the remnant tells the whole / story”
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“My teachers told me // I should practice, but they never said why.”
Michelangelo said, / “I saw the angel in the marble / And carved until I set him free.”
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Revolution / is the party we throw / at our unhappiness when we discover it / looks like tyranny
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“I collected dresses many sizes / Larger, dreamed of all the bodies crowded into those // Forms.”
“Looking up / the wave of your gaze arrived / upon my shore.”
He demands I be a man. What is it to be a man? I ask him.
“for just a moment I lived / through what they may have felt”
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“When I got out of work a giant pizza was on my car, covering my windshield, covering my roof and the glass of the hatchback.”
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“my only scar from childhood / is a two-inch stripe on my knee from changing / baby siblings on the floor”
Scars are better than photographs / to remember things by.
You tell me to keep my ass out of the road, and to stay the hell away / from the poison ivy and Virginia creeper because my skin reacts to / everything.
She only recognizes the girl in her photographs. // The boy I am recognizes her in photographs.
the cup’s round mouth // gives a satisfying quiver / between the teeth
sharp lady heels sinking into the future // drawn fatefully in my tat of moth lace
(poetry)
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