To Hold the Heft of Your Words in My Hands

OK. I Confess:
I’m afraid I won’t live long enough
To hold in my wrinkled hands
A nasturtium-colored book entitled
The Collected Writings of Bella Levenshteyn (v. 1, much less v.1-7)

But on the bright side
I can tell people right now–
Strangers on Euclid
18 year-old Actuarial Science  majors
Jesuit priest/felon who’s spent 15 years in federal hospitality–

“Bella Levenshteyn
Will always be in my heart
For admitting to me
When she was far away in Brooklyn–
‘I miss yr ink-stained hands'”


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