Without going anywhere

1.

Tearing into an apricot
with my fingers
I remember Jerusalem.


2.

The high-pitched whine
of the dentist's tool
becomes seagulls calling.


3.

Ice rattles in my glass.
I can almost feel
saltillo tile underfoot.


 

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