by Kaitlin Dyer
Why is it, where my house
should be, there’s Jerusalem
instead? Where I had IKEA
plates and purple wine glasses,
there is Jerusalem. Continue reading
Tag Archives: Kaitlin Dyer
Leaving Jerusalem
Filed under Poetry
On the Fourth of July, I Hear the Neighbor’s Music
by Kaitlin Dyer
God, forgive us. We build a fence
in the yard.
We hold our dogs to our own
and scold them when they try to greet. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
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