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      September 21, 2021SickHilda Raz

      The third person I am
      watches you bring tea to the iron table
      rescued from the dump
      put the knobby kettle steaming hard
      by my arm.
      I notice the porcelain cup
      thin red stripe like blood
      circling the rim your mouth
      you bend to me peppermint
      what’s wrong tell me are you
      dumb now stupid tell me where
      you hurt? My mouth is stretched
      over a rubber ball of fat. Everything
      loud blurs your face inessential
      dissolve you’re gone and you know what?
      I know nothing about you who are
      body solid in its misery stupid melting
      at every boundary it touches the hot
      iron kettle the whole world we share.

      from Issue #15 - Summer 2001

      Hilda Raz

      “I am a writer, teacher, and editor who lives happily with the texts and books of my students, imaginary and real friends, and family. I’m interested in what happens.”