A poem by Emily Kagan Trenchard
My Bubbie mumbles a Yiddish invective every time I mention
My Bubbie mumbles a Yiddish invective every time I mention
I came late to sunrise. The hills were lit\nwith goats. Everything shimmered in\nsmall steps. I closed my eyes.
Let the coffee pot and the crows,\nlet the car horns and the upstairs neighbors.




