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I suppose my mother’s gesticulations from the women’s gallery

A B-grade movie drumbeat of doors and panes,

Unfazed by the coast road, we welcomed the challenge.          

Here's how I first saw it.

The picture shows a man leaping from a second-floor window.            

I know that there will be a night when we

If from the emptiness of space we’re surprised to hear

Mothers never fare well in these stories:

Some took with them amulets, propped parasols, jade slaves,

It begins with an aleph, the diminutive

Bowler-hatted, unsmiling, moustachioed,

So there we were, jammed together on the back seat,

Tonight, America, the stars above you have been blotted out                 

Vessels shaped by the light they hold

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