Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsFall 2018  Vol. 17 No. 2
an online journal of literature and the arts
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A Record of Us

There’s always a right thing
to do, I speculate, folding
the underwear of a nine-year-old

midmorning. I know better
than to throw away apple seeds
when I find them

set aside in a dish, even though
the number of trees we’ve planted
is none. The cleaning woman

left for Florida, crying and
thanking me. All I ever did
was pay her and buy more

blanqueador. I wanted
to ask: Was this your
favorite house?  

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