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May, 2018
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the waiting room seems suspended in time mottled
the cashier at the supermarket may be twelve
late at night i smell smoke wafting in through
my thing with hebrews the complete flip of
walking down the hallway at the house of a
in hebrew class we wrestle with an essay on a
her husband moved into the house of a hundred
a sudden street fair erupts at the center of
at the bus stop a young woman staring at her
friday afternoon across the street from the
i walk into the spice merchants shop in search
as i emerge from hebrew class i hear people
as i get closer to the stage once i figure out
another city another square another dance at
a voice about a meter above me calls out hello
the aisle of the bus is barely wide enough to fit
white balls of fluff flow across the road in a
friday morning a whitehaired man with a cane
rather than mustard the sesame pretzel at this
on the night after shavuot more people are
the air on this bus tastes of sweat and citrus
a fistfight breaks out behind me at the coffee
standing in line at my usual coffee shop in the
small slugs map silent geometries on the yards
that way youve worked out which hand to use
at the house of a hundred grandmothers a worker
as i wait for the espresso machine at work to do
the display inside the front of the bus is
at the ice cream shop everyone is speaking
the guy in line in front of me at the cheese
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