Soldiering

Of them
Didn’t I wish
Didn’t I know

Oceans away
None stars to petition
None shores to defend

Ancient ancestors
Why did you leave
Why am I abandoned

Great Grandmothers
I will remember
I will resolve

Remade, I
A Galloglass now
A Hoplite hero

Miso Not So Bad

Shaved brussels
Not yet past their prime
Fresh peas, though the ideal
Unneeded, now, to build this meal

Please pray with me
My dying wish — the miso’s not gone bad
In the refrigerator way

Kitchen shears that snip-snipped happily at chives that waited just for me
All
Summer
Long
Somehow found their way to the floor
Could be an honest omen, or
A sign of what’s to come

Not my garden’s tomatoes, fool
They’re for another day!

Please forgive the white, white rice
Devoid of what I crave

Sesame to remind me and tofu hacked haphazardly
Tamari, I wish

Here, this delicious dish

The Nile

What
I’m thinking
You already know
This
I already know
What
You’re thinking

What
You’re wishing away
I already denied
This
You already denied
What
I wish away

Given all we think
And
What we know
Despite all we wish
And
What we deny
I cost too much

Not Enough Miles Away

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I, having opted instead for distraction
Skipped the moon crawling across the sky
For, if not for wishes
What’s the moon for

I, having once been the one
Wishes felled from her lips
A woman of goodness asking of gods
Who hoarded her pleadings

I, having looked away now, see
Their entertainment satisfied
By the light of the moon
Just another satellite

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