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<h1>Zk | Kaddish</h1>
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<p><span class="tag">writing</span> <span class="tag">fanfic</span> <span class="tag">fiction</span> <span class="tag">short-story</span></p>
<p><em>Yit&rsquo;gadal v&rsquo;yit&rsquo;kadash sh&rsquo;mei raba. Oh Sarai, oh Sarai.</em></p>
<p>Sol wept. Wept himself dry. Wept until his eyes burned and fit ill within their sockets.</p>
<p>Rachel looked to be living in a constant state of alarm and exhaustion, some set of emotions more less complicated, more primal, shaped more simply than the ones Sol grappled with. He was ashamed to admit that he was jealous of her, in a way. The innocence of childhood, even that of a second childhood, was enviable to allow one mere sadness, mere confusion.</p>
<p>To lose Rachel &mdash; <em>his</em> Rachel, his very own little girl all grown up &mdash; and then to lose Sarai was unbearable. Unfair. Unacceptable. He cursed God. He cursed the god of Adam and the god of Abraham and Isaac and the god of Moses and David and Elijah. He cursed Rachel&rsquo;s god, Sarai&rsquo;s god. His god.</p>
<p><em>Yit&rsquo;gadal v&rsquo;yit&rsquo;kadash sh&rsquo;mei raba b&rsquo;alma di-v&rsquo;ra chirutei&hellip;</em></p>
<p>Magnified? Sanctified?</p>
<p>Sol railed. Why magnify Him? To what sanctity does He lay claim?</p>
<p>He was careful to keep his turmoil firmly in the realm of <em>inner</em>, or, at worst, private. Walks. Lots of walks. First on Barnard&rsquo;s World, where he basked in the sunsets dripping light as thick as blood and just as red; then on Hebron, where he let the sun bake away his tears.</p>
<p><em>Magnified and sanctified be His great name in the world which he created according to his will.</em></p>
<p>Was this His will? Was it? Was this His design? Was Sol His careful creation? Was this ineffability? Was his will to be so complicated and complete that Sol would never be able to know it? Know it in his heart, in his bones?</p>
<p><em>V&rsquo;yamlich malchutei b&rsquo;chayeichon uvyomeichon uvchayei d&rsquo;chol bet Yisrael.</em></p>
<p>Yitgadal v’yitkadash sh’mei raba b’alma di-v’ra</p>
<p>chirutei, v’yamlich malchutei b’chayeichon</p>
<p>uvyomeichon uvchayei d’chol beit yisrael, ba’agala</p>
<p>uvizman kariv, v’im’ru: “amen.”</p>
<p>Y’hei sh’mei raba m’varach l’alam ul’almei almaya.</p>
<p>Yitbarach v’yishtabach, v’yitpa’ar v’yitromam</p>
<p>v’yitnaseh, v’yithadar v’yit’aleh v’yit’halal sh’mei</p>
<p>d’kud’sha, b’rich hu,</p>
<p>l’eila min-kol-birchata v’shirata, tushb’chata</p>
<p>v’nechemata da’amiran b’alma, v’im’ru: “amen.”</p>
<p>Y’hei shlama raba min-sh’maya v’chayim aleinu</p>
<p>v’al-kol-yisrael, v’im’ru: “amen.”</p>
<p>Oseh shalom bimromav, hu ya’aseh shalom aleinu</p>
<p>v’al kol-yisrael, v’imru: “amen.”</p>
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<p><span class="tag">writing</span> <span class="tag">poetry</span> <span class="tag">polyam</span></p>
<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
<!--Lochiel-->
<div class="verse">I see your past in cross-processed film,
in blown-out colors and over-saturation.
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and wonder if past-you dreamt of us.</div>
<hr />
<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
<!--Lutea-->
<div class="verse">Resuscitating ancient coins in class, we learned,
takes a toothbrush and olive oil.
Slow, steady strokes across, around...
Slow, steady strokes across, around&hellip;
soft bristles dislodging soil
one speck at a time.
But no one that day was nearly as blessed,
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as I was to see you smile.</div>
<hr />
<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
<!--Axiom-->
<div class="verse">When you arrive,
the whole world gets slow.
Sluggish, amber-colored air
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about warming our faces in the sun.</div>
<hr />
<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
<!--Sparf-->
<div class="verse">We fit together in the strangest ways
and seem to seek new seams to savor.
Such joins are hardly perfect,
thread tugging fabric unevenly
unless it's reinforced over and over again.
unless it&rsquo;s reinforced over and over again.
We seem to seek new seams to savor,
and, weak though they are,
revel in the imperfect unevenness of joining.</div>
<hr />
<div class="verse">"Comrade" would I call you,
and "brave," and "fierce" and "true".
"Lovely" have I called you,
<!--Krinn-->
<div class="verse">&ldquo;Comrade&rdquo; would I call you,
and &ldquo;brave,&rdquo; and &ldquo;fierce&rdquo; and &ldquo;true&rdquo;.
&ldquo;Lovely&rdquo; have I called you,
and hope but to live up to
the example which you set for me.
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small flowers, small gifts, camaraderie.</div>
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<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
<!--Peri-->
<div class="verse">Complementary, clashing anxieties.
Dull clamor of intersecting feelings.
Need, desire, craving, jealousy.
@ -93,6 +105,8 @@ Love, lust, friendship, a need to share.
Emotions on emotions on emotions,
and, often, comfortable silence.</div>
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<!--Judith-->
<div class="verse">I chose your name.
To defend, it means. To help.
I admit, having chosen it,
@ -100,7 +114,7 @@ that I chose it to defend you.
When I picked you up by the scruff,
Dragged you off to that place
I hoped we could call ours,
I expected that we'd
I expected that we&rsquo;d
simply find a way to survive.
I never expected love,
and rejoice every day in that surprise.
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I chose to collar you.
I admit it was an experiment,
I submit to most, but not my partners;
until then I'd never owned, claimed.
until then I&rsquo;d never owned, claimed.
It felt vulgar, at first,
greedy, jealous, possessive.
Through you I learned the joy of possession,
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and pup, partner, love.
My beautiful, my own.
I'll hand you off some day.
I'm a less than ideal owner
I&rsquo;ll hand you off some day.
I&rsquo;m a less than ideal owner
in so many terrible ways:
I owe you more than you owe me.
I'll gather your leash up,
I'll let you keep your tag,
I'll bow, I'll kiss you one last time,
and I'll bless you and your new keeper.
And I'll never stop loving you.
And I'll never stop loving you.
And I'll never stop loving you.</div>
I&rsquo;ll gather your leash up,
I&rsquo;ll let you keep your tag,
I&rsquo;ll bow, I&rsquo;ll kiss you one last time,
and I&rsquo;ll bless you and your new keeper.
And I&rsquo;ll never stop loving you.
And I&rsquo;ll never stop loving you.
And I&rsquo;ll never stop loving you.</div>
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<!--Robin-->
<div class="verse">You, for whom a heart means all feeling &mdash;
You, for whom yeah is an expletive &mdash;
You, for whom even computers sing &mdash;
@ -141,7 +157,7 @@ You, for whom &mdash;
You, for whom even &mdash;
You, for whom I reach &mdash;
You, for whom my shit day leads straight to lets talk &mdash;
You, for whom I curate my week's feelings &mdash;
You, for whom I curate my week&rsquo;s feelings &mdash;
You, for whom I wait by the month &mdash;
You, for whom I structure my year &mdash;
You, for whom understanding of me seems always in grasp &mdash;
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You and I, from whom us.</div>
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<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
<!--JC-->
<div class="verse">Tightly wound springs
Of very carefully
Not touching.
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Maybe the answer
Is that tired refrain:
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
And now we're
And now we&rsquo;re
Awaiting weeks
Of careful touches.</div>
<hr />
<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
<!--Zeta-->
<div class="verse">I could never tell you
that you feel too much.
That you feel too hard,
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when you feel love.</div>
<hr />
<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
<div class="verse"><em>Yit'gadal v'yit'kadash sh'mei raba</em>
<!--Margaras-->
<div class="verse"><em>Yit&rsquo;gadal v&rsquo;yit&rsquo;kadash sh&rsquo;mei raba</em>
Would that I had the faith
To pray daily.
Eleven months to let you go,
And an amen to end the sorrow.</div>
<hr />
<!--Tao-->
<div class="verse">When a light so far above me shines down,
I lose my footing, stop, look around,
and for once, see my way lit before me.
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and I fail to shine myself,
I hope only to reflect what I can.</div>
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<!--JD-->
<div class="verse">Every time I seek to change
my life, myself, my love, my name,
every time I try and broaden my range
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in favor of your calm laugh.</div>
<hr />
<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
<!--JC redux-->
<div class="verse">Between our houses,
there is a simple fence -
not a chasm, not a wall.
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other than nothing.</div>
<hr />
<p><q class="comment">In <em>Eigengrau</em></q></p>
<!--Maelkoth-->
<div class="verse">Mi glutos mian amon por vi.
Mi glutos mian amon.
Mi glutos mian amon por vi
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Of secret cells.
I will swallow my love for you.
I will swallow my love.</div>
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<!--Vasha-->
<div class="verse">I live in eternal terror
of the completeness of your life.
I take up so little space
and impinge upon it so gently,
I only hope that there is space enough
for a &lsquo;dear&rsquo; here and a &lsquo;lovely&rsquo; there.
If beauty is at the edge of the terrifying,
I live my life in eternal terror.</div>
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