I see your car
in the driveway of the austere box of a house
with concrete walls and huge windows –
the house I imagined we could live in
if we didn’t mind being on display.
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On the eve of a summer solstice
the superior court judge
heeded the death knell
that silenced and shrouded
our home
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I’ve traced the journey
countless times
hovering in the liminal
where dream borders obsession.
I stare at the map
caress the tiny-print names
of towns with bleached white facades
I murmur their names out loud
los pueblos blancos
mangle the pronunciations.
Your sun-baked skin will look even darker
against alabaster walls
so, too, your dark eyes
los ojos noir
‘eynayim kehott (עיניים כהות).
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The white stone-washed walls are light-stained –
seafoam and periwinkle at this hour.
My mind goes back and forth
My eyes move from every soft and shadowed and curved surface
to the stark brown wooden crucifix.
In this place of peace
this chapel of luminosity
this hushed contemplation
I am impaled by the icon most unfamiliar to me.
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Early on, motherhood is very crowded, very little room or time or space just for her. There is always someone right there; possibly, multiple someones.
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