No one is at Chopin’s grave Except Chopin’s bones The clouds cover and uncover the moon the air stale in the theaters The clouds let the moon show their power all our arenas dusty the moon cyclops eye pours, spotlight. Any body at Chopin’s grave if it lives lives in Paris No one is alive […]
Read More No One1. It’s been two weeks since I got my first vaccine. I still feel guilty because I put down that I worked in child care, though by child care I meant I have cared for my cousin’s children and technically I guess I could have not done that but anyway I took my slot and […]
Read More Things I Don’t Want To Talk About, A Selective ListI have that novelty now, and it’s fresh and giddy, like when babies discover their feet. I have rediscovered my feet, now that I can bring my big toe right up to my eye. Of late, I started “going” to this “yoga class” online because the teacher was someone I understood to be one of […]
Read More KicksIn the crossword, the clue “cup in a diner.” I miss sitting across from my niece who refuses to try matzo ball soup. I miss waiting for my coffee and wondering if they forgot it, or if I should go up to the counter to ask, because I’m really in no hurry, and I adore […]
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