a priori/a posteriori

Sunday, August 30, 2015


My daughter sits across from me, at our dining room table.

We are back at this week's home, in Brooklyn.

Which means our "dining room"

is the part of our kitchen with a table.
She -- like all the rest of us --
wants the air and space
of the town and home
she just tasted,

And that her mother and I
applied for this morning.
Her mother,
bedroom down the hall,
dreaming of her dream-life,
with one island in her kitchen,
and another two blocks down the road.
We are exhausted.

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