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Abigail Wender

Abigail Wender

Abigail Wender's work has appeared in journals such as Epiphany, Guernica / a magazine of art & politics, The Massachusetts Review and New Orleans Review. Her translations of Sarah Kirsch appear in TQ1 and are forthcoming in New Haven Review. She holds a MFA from the Warren Wilson MFA Program for Writers and lives and teaches in New York City.

Days of Awe

Give me dice, sticks, stones, knucklebones,
read the dog's liver, bird's flight.
If I choose a god to worship,
if I pin a white flag in my lapel,
will I find him pocketing my last twenty?
Where are the gods at this moment!
Why shouldn't I kneel and pray?
Where is the oath I took, the purposeful life?
Where's my ace-in-the-hole, rabbit's foot, four-leaf clover?
That's what he was, my brother.
No more his orphan mouth.
Why can't I kneel and pray?
Last week his clock stopped,

I let myself out the window, down the fire escape.
The days pant.
The days hang by their nails.

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