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Magi

Through Perean hills and Arabian desert,
pacing our journey by the pulsing star, 
we come here, finally, to this quiet shelter
that houses the holy—to Bayt al-Lahm. 

Commentary

Wedged into the same chair, 
my husband and son station 
themselves, duplicates 
of each other. 
Too tired to talk, 
my son listens. 

Ireland

When did I find the music 
of another open-window autumn? 
I’ve left more vodka empties near 
the wardhouse dumpster. 

Strong Like Water

The same week Karmine discovers her husband is having an affair with a man, she takes her mother to a doctor who finds a tiny patch of cancer on the tip of the old woman’s…