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GIRL (ילדה)

When she was two I taught
my daughter Hebrew words:

“geshem” she’d say, pointing
a tiny finger toward the sky.

“Ani Isey” she’d say pointing
at her heart. “Aht Isey” I’d say

Pointing at her lev. I never thought
to teach her the word for murder.

Today she is seventeen & bombs
fall like geshem from the sky.

Anthony Robinson lives in the woods in Oregon with a recalcitrant cat. His work has been in The Iowa Review, The Brooklyn Rail, and the failing New York Times.

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