"I don't need a synagogue," you said, "I can pray inside my body." You slept without covering yourself. I couldn't tell departure from arrival. You spoke inside my twice averted words -- you yelled when you opened the doors, and opened each door in silence.
Someone else is on this page, writing. I attempt to move my fingers faster than she.
-Ilya Kaminsky
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