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Pigtails

   There was that day you wore your hair in pigtails.    You were thirteen. Pigtails and a pale blue summer dress. I think the dress was new.    My mother had died three days earlier.    You and I … Continue reading

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Stoop

Brooklyn’s true altar, stoops gathering bits of heart– Voices raised to bond.

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