Hilda Raz
From: Divine Honors, Wesleyan University Press, 1997
Last Modified: May 6, 2003

In my house, men tear out the floor:
hammering, then wood splits-
hour on hour.  You almost need
safety glasses for this work, the blond says
and truly, as I go for the phone,
the kitchen is now rubble.  Delight
a paste bubble in my throat.  If anger is tangible
here it is, a danger to these men
who let fly plaster, the smell of something old
letting go.  They unmake what I made
with my life, or where I made it.


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