LENGTH

Our family tree has not
sprouted many branches.
Flocks of
single women
sat on them
like on single narrow
single beds.

Aunt Anna and Aunt Leah
picked apples
for strudel filling.
The dough that swelled
and swelled in the nights
they rolled out flat to the length
and width of their loneliness.
Crumbs of the days were scattered
among the birds.

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