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Could she be leaning forward after faith, leaner for the habit of not looking, promised to the long, dry
braid of disincentive with incentive.

I get lost easily, even now.

In the dark, everyone is kind.

Is it wrong to believe I’m due what was promised?

The hells they reproach are strewn around them like asphodel. Above, the Milky Way shines in broad daylight, a hundred billion burning strips of paper.

c I was reeding you
see I was reading you
sí I was red in you

It would be fine my mother said, as we boarded the plane back from school, the taste of ginger from the holiday still riding my back teeth.

While in years past, evacuation drills at the Kaiserman Jewish Community Center took place only every few months, now they occurred every other week.

When things went wrong—and they did, some things went terrifyingly wrong—he turned to prayer. He opened his hands to an unknowable God and prayed as best he could.

I’m tired of beauty. Or rather, I’m tired of hearing the word “beauty” overused and misapplied.