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Long Distance
Saba, I say. It's me.
He thinks I am my sister. I correct him twice,
then ask, How are you? The weather in Israel?
He asks when I will come see him.
Hanukkah, I say.
My birthday, he says.
His eye eyes the crumbs flung from my far-off shore,
where I splash my feet at the ducks,
instead of becoming
the ducks. The cotton button-down
hangs loose and wrinkled. Dried
apricots on the table, a cup of mint-leaf tea—
I can smell him. Something is burning
on the top of this mountain.
- Maya Pindyck
Saba, I say. It's me.
He thinks I am my sister. I correct him twice,
then ask, How are you? The weather in Israel?
He asks when I will come see him.
Hanukkah, I say.
My birthday, he says.
His eye eyes the crumbs flung from my far-off shore,
where I splash my feet at the ducks,
instead of becoming
the ducks. The cotton button-down
hangs loose and wrinkled. Dried
apricots on the table, a cup of mint-leaf tea—
I can smell him. Something is burning
on the top of this mountain.
- Maya Pindyck
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