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That Great Diaspora


I'll never leave New York & when I do
I too will be unbodied—what? you
imagine I might transmogrify? I'm from
nowhere which means here & so wade out
into the briny dream of elsewheres like
a released dybbuk but can't stand
the soulessness now everyone who ever
made sense to me has died & everyone I love
grows from my body like limbs on a rootless tree


Rachel Zucker

The Kenyon Review

Summer 2013


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