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Vera Beneath the Floor
I still hear the voice of Vera beneath the floor
her mind gone
remembering her childhood
in the marketplace
as she called people cheats and bastards
watering down the kvass
and sleeping against the side of a church.
My own childhood in the Bible belt
stealing quarters from phone booths
and beneath the vending machines running
to the laundromat to play Tetris, a game
invented in that godless country
where you shape pieces
until they fit together
and once they find each other
they disappear. 
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Vera Beneath the Floor