Genocide’s Face

Latched onto my mother’s chafed nipple, I tasted her grief, smelled her nightmares. Owl-eyed child, I saw her ghosts, wept with her for nameless Jews in Vilnius, in Kyiv— marched into the forest at gunpoint, forced to dig pits wide enough, deep enough to swallow all their corpses. I heard the shots, felt the mud-clods […]

Starting from Scratch

Once driven by need, now I go thrifting for sport. In Women’s Clothing I sort through pre-owned blouses, handbags,           shoes; survey cook-pots, toasters, bins of kitchen utensils in Housewares. The woman beside me fingers wooden spoons, mismatched cutlery, a wire whisk; lifts a mixing bowl, sets it down, hefts chunky […]

20 Pages, 100 Questions

APPLICATION for NATURALIZATION In Cuidad Juarez pretty girls are prey. Twenty-five years ago Alma fled north. Volunteer tutor, I help her fill in the blanks.           Have you ever been a habitual drunkard? ______           Have you ever committed a crime,           served […]