Of the heart and chest. Perhaps because I

have not studied Greek the second c looks

wrong: I expect an s. I keep butter

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unrefrigerated now, now that I organize

a kitchen; the choice feels less essential

than the making of the choice.

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Vistula Street, Elkhart, Indiana, driving

back to Chicago on Christmas, reminds

me of Poland, her longest river,

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the snowless winter walks I took. When

we get back, we have bowls of cereal and

share a starfruit for our Christmas dinner:

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this seems a feast. Lake effect snow snows

on the Michigan side, not the Chicago side.