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I learned to question God
from a story of Yom Kippur my mother once told
on broadloom steps that muflled sound,
her voice foggy with memory. Read on…
I learned to question God
from a story of Yom Kippur my mother once told
on broadloom steps that muflled sound,
her voice foggy with memory. Read on…
Gene pools interned,
mutations stamped alien.
Chromosomes perfected
along posterity’s belt. Read on…