My Son Would Not Talk
He complained about the feral cats on tables
in Tel Aviv cafes, but was dumbstruck only about Terezin.
In the winter before Senior year there was a
sponsored trip to Israel that stopped in the
gingerbread Czech holding station before the train
entered hell, but all Jake would say
when he got home was that it was impossibly cold
and then he refused to say anymore.
KW--6/1/1011
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Ken Wolman http://awfulrowing.wordpress.com/
"All writers are hunters, and parents are the most available prey."
--Francine du Plessix Gray
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