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Rose Auslander

The Foreigners

The Foreigners

They came from a shtetl they swore didn’t deserve a name. The youngest kept finding stray stones in their pockets.
On reading “7-Year-Old Girl Starves in U.S. Border Patrol Custody”

On reading “7-Year-Old Girl Starves in U.S. Border Patrol Custody”

I heap my family’s plates as if that would feed her. But who can chew? Anyone can smell the whitethorn acacia.
His Sculpture

His Sculpture

O to just wash it clean, white as the shelf it sits on, that thing he’d put up on a pedestal—a misshapen bicycle seat, swollen coffee bean.
<i>Ship of Fools:</i> Surviving Fragment of Triptych

Ship of Fools: Surviving Fragment of Triptych

And what remains of us? A plateful of cherries spilled, half-eaten, a breast forgotten, dangling from a torn bodice.

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