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Married Life

Haifa, Midafternoon, Sarah Pearlstein-Levy

We have run out of bookshelves.

Books pile at the end

of our bed and in your dresser drawer.

The dinner table belongs to

Hemingway; we eat on the floor,

our books held open

by the rims of our plates.


Yesterday, I realized

that if we washed our plates by hand

we might even use the dishwasher

to store Thoreau and Twain.


And so we wash up side by side,

staring out the kitchen window,

dreaming about all the books

that we will buy tomorrow.