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Judy Halebsky – Ⅰ

A thread for a nest, a word for a vein 




She is sending cupcakes out the window

in a basket tied with string


Frida stacking flowers in her hair


Aunt Nina scrubbing blouses back to white


Emily sending poems out in letters

in the needle hem of a dress


she is trading pinecones for cookies

feathers for scones




彫 心 鏤 骨

carve   heart     set      bone:

“carefully  polishing  a     poem”




it was later when all she could muster

was to sit at the top of the stairs

while her sister played piano below


it was after her nephew died

so many bottles into the sea


I have followed nights in moss

on the north side of trees