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Jewish women are warm. Her visiting daughter

leaned in, kissed her elderly mother on the lips.

At a  train station reunion emotions unprocessed

I said “First kiss me on the lips”,

She made a bit of a face, but smooched,something

my mother would never want to do, ever.

The rain was fervent and made a river of our afternoon.

The Carp swimming in that mere foot of a pool seemed

suffering to me but she felt that it is what they are used to.

She drank warm saki and cringed at my telling

of painful memories and the exposed nerves.

I had warned her I was bloodied and fresh.

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Author: biochicklet

Scientist raised by intellectuals on poetry, theater, art, history and music in New York City. Escaped to New Mexico to nature and mysticism. Knowing that the absurdities in this life are what we must laugh at.

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