Just when you have grown used
to how the elephant in your room occasionally clears her throat when conversation strays too far, and accepted that your leather couch may never be the same again, you will notice her long eyelashes, and as sometimes happens between close acquaintances, start to imitate the wide, astonished look in her eyes. And then one fine morning she will get up without warning and leave, wrecking the front door, again, going out. But don't worry, like so many other things fixed with time, she will send you a smaller version of herself, almost pocket sized, that you can carry wherever you go and almost nobody will need to know she is there.
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Yoni Hammer-KossoyBorn and raised in Brooklyn, NY, Yoni Hammer-Kossoy has been living in Israel for the last 15 years with his wife and three kids. Yoni's recent poetry has appeared in Stoneboat Journal, The Jewish Literary Journal, and Bones Haiku. He also tweets generally clever things on Twitter as @whichofawind. |