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If I were a leaf-cutter ant, I’d gnaw at your illness and with my helpers carry it piece by piece across the road.   If I were a giant whale shark I’d let you cling like a remora to my Read more ›

Uncle Joe

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You always smelled likelimburger cheese and slibovitz.I remember how you held your nosebetween two fingersand blew it into the streethow you slurped your borshtstraight from the bowlhow you said with a Polish accent“Vot a vunderful tuchus she has.”A refined man you Read more ›

The View from the Needle

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If prayers could animatethe matchstick armsthat dangle by your side,I’d compose a dozen dailyand post them on the old-growthcedars in Olympiawhich shoot straight up to Heaven.It’s been three years since you feltthe numbness in your handsand your illness is stilla Read more ›