Mishnah Kiddushah

Shira Richman

A mother’s half makes whole.
A father’s half makes nothing,

but without him we’re string
less kites. Mothers,
the seams, hold
us together, make us
whole. A string can be
pulled from a hem, unraveled from a nest,
found on the ground, but
the right string
will let you try and catch
the wind, rise
on your own
air stream to tangle
in the top of the you-wild tree.

Shira Richman has interviews, poems, and stories published or forthcoming in Third Coast, the Los Angeles Review, Willow Springs, PANK, Spoon River Poetry Review, among other places.

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