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Twilight As you grew older in the other room Surrounded by your books and sadness In an apocalypse of sleeplessness I realized Massachusetts, Like you, Is a foreign country. I breathed in twilight, Bluish air, Knowing. Here is no such thing as snow And I don’t miss it.
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Like an American I like to twist my tongue In my mother’s mother-tongue Koshtam shepeshe Shepeshkoshe sheshpaurah I imitate, I don’t understand I tried on her shawl The other day But it slipped off my shoulders, It just didn’t fit My feet are too big For the small shoes Worn by her And her mother before her I even pour tea Like an American, Bubbles rising everywhere.
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But Where Would They Build a Home? 1. gliding on those wings, thinking I wonder how it began. Did she gaze at the sea looking for Finns? or did she only just happen to notice, one day, the paths made within water? did the sight of him ruffle her feathers? 2. underneath the ocean, longing every day, every night he swam the same old seas. What made him look up, what drew him to the heavens? did he feel trapped by cold waters? stifled by the schools? 3. a lonely flight a change in time, winging forwards, backwards, singing around herself. Confusion of a different feather. 4. a new stroke riding the crest, glinting off a stronger wave. Opening to ideas outside of water. 5. a mid-flight graze, they join together. Did he hear her singing? Did she see him shine? What made her hover as he leapt- What made them tempt time? now he swims a faster pace, while she flies above but tell me can a bird and fish truly fall in love? --Shanee Michaelson
Shanee Michaelson’s background includes work as an attorney in family law and insurance subrogation. If you don’t know what subrogation is, you don’t want to know. Her articles have appeared in the Jewish Journal of Los Angeles, Jewsweek.com, and The Iranian-Jewish Chronicle. She currently studies creative writing at the University of Southern California and is working on a romantic comedy screenplay. |
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