Eric Raanan Fischman
Twenty Tiny Colonies
flour; her hands
and hair bagged
jam fall down her
apron like plinko
a polish coat rack.
Not tonight, though.
dressed in Morocco
hair, drawn like
a longbow, like
a half-forgotten dream.
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