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It rained every day.
Cairo was rib-dry, glass-eye-dry
but every night in my dreams we drowned.
My friend, who lost her husband
twice, first in death
and then in betrayal, orders
the pinot noir.
Above it was a sign welcoming refugees a poster
of Sonny Rollins. . .
Notes on the end of funerals.
Two books consider how U.S. policy ravages the Northern Triangle.
Frida Kahlo meets with Andre Breton in Paris, and things go downhill.