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The 110 lb. sigh of a Romanian girl

signifying the burden of knowing

enough language. She digs at her deep dish

pizza at a lakeshore picnic table

where a coked-up day trader dive bombs the

Bud Light Sunday sailors from his water-

propelled jet pack, dreaming of hedge funds, bit

coins, start-ups, and products that do not exist.

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She wants to dig her hands into the grass,

twisting into the roots of the oaks and

birches dotting the strips of grass between

sidewalk and curb, countering the tremors

absorbed epigenetically when

the ground opened up beneath her mother

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who knew of the irradiated rooms

the police used, allowing cancer cells

to bloom between arrest and release, no

questioning needed to nurse convictions.

The other women told how the McDonald’s

was, for six months, a three-hour wait with

couples dressed in funeral and prom best,

a respite from the generational curses.

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Nannying the American family

this mom shows her iPhone video of

baby cooing and laughing at two months,

behind the camera, Mom asks, «Who do

you like better, Mommy or daddy?»

she sees the caul return and the adults

can be heard laughing

at the baby’s dilemma.