Hear you’re in town. Lie awake, thumb something quick. Play with syntax, tone, blame but it’s not right. See your lovely face, with
of my left shoe, but don’t. Instead, I am ashamed of the way my entire torso lurches to the right with each step, my
A hyphen. I walk the plank between my two names —call me Esther. The Hebrew three-root letters mean to hide, hidden. A song, repeated.