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A Hundred Gourds 4:3 June 2015

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Gerry Jacobson - Australia


Lost Touch


“I have already lost touch with a couple of people I used to be.”
Joan Didion

slovenly urban child ragamuffin wet feet in the slushy streets choking fog chilblains conkers and fivestones cricket with a dirty tennis ball up against the wall dickensian primary school my shoplifting gang trains shunting in the night coalmen and chimney sweeps whooping cough and baby sisters chicken soup and Friday night candles lighting up dark winter Jewish stories God is watching me bread and jam bread and schmaltz daddy out playing cards Bubba and Zeida dusty jars in the attic for cherry brandy winestained Haggadah having to go to hebrew school what did I ever learn is God cross with me

accelerating . . .
the train carries me . . .
backwards



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