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Literature and Poetry/
Sabbath

Rivka Miriam

I don't Need Anything

I don't need a thing to fertilize me

perhaps, aside of a handful of wheat kernels mixed in a stormy wind

And to the washerwomen who stand at the side of the road and watch me with doubt

I could show a fresh loaf of bread

I had given birth to - just today.

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