Emily Dickinson is Jewish and hides in an attic.
Restriction and Emily’s selective nomadic soul breed
Speculation. She misses bees, frogs, familiar sovereign woods.
She squints at dust, the Oriental carpet, a creaking plank.
Emily won’t abandon Death’s carriage.
She knows doors slam shut on his train.
Austin’s wife Sue stows bread crusts
And the children’s laughter
For her Jew-in-white.
Emily could die here or be captured,
Muslin’s soft scratch on the desk
Loud as clicked boot heels.
Emily Dickinson is forced from this attic.
Faint breath and her thin tongue.
Stanzas lapped in smoke.
Poems as long as one letter, rise.
Sarah Sarai
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