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for the eleven Jews murdered in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, on October 27, 2018; for congregation Dor Hadash; for my parents; for A.K.

The week after our family friend is not shot
that Saturday morning in synagogue, 

she invites us over for dinner. I’ve known
her and her husband long enough

that their names have become a single song, 
syllables knit with an and—in your life

you’ve probably known a dozen of these songs,
the rhythm of decades of marriage. 

The song would have split 
if she had been shot that day, but

she was late to Torah study. Turned 
and ran when she heard the shots. 

Before dinner, she and her husband pass 
shallow dishes of cashews and green olives 

around the living room. There are not many of us, 
three other couples and my parents, 

but I have known them all since I was a child, 
and I, at thirty-five, am the only adult child at dinner,

the other adult children of the couples
far from our hometown, living their lives—

none of our parents have been shot. I
am sitting at dinner with them. 

We are eating a lightly dressed salad and stuffed peppers. 
It takes a while to make a stuffed pepper. It is a careful thing. 

In Latin, her name means bird—our friend
who was not shot. Our friend, the bird,

has an easy face. A poem might say
she has a sweet crinkle in her voice, 

something one looks forward to hearing,
like the air that slips between a foil wrapper 

and a hard butterscotch candy one has kept in their purse
for a while, to be surprised with later. 

I have kept this poem at bay 
for a while.        And still, 

when I am visiting Pittsburgh,
I shudder away from the corner 

where the Tree of Life synagogue still stands,
empty now three years, drive different routes in order

to not see the building, to not have the flash 
of bullets, air splitting and splitting and splitting. 

But our friend the bird and her husband still live 
down the street, and must pass the lost temple

all the time. Our friend’s name also, in origin, means desired. 
The week after she was almost shot, 

she invited my family and our friends over for dinner. 
Our congregation was targeted because we were helping

a refugee organization. Our friend had us over
for dinner. Snipers stood on rooftops 

when we filed into a different synagogue
for the memorials. Pittsburgh stopped and stood 

and held itself, watching the eleven hearses. We were sick
with crying. I warned my parents away from crowds of citizens 

gathering to sing—they went anyway. Jewish tradition tells us
to have no nails in coffins—to have a plain pine box, 

held together with wooden pegs made by hand. 
It is a careful thing, to make a stuffed pepper—

it means that you will make something balance. Our friend was not killed and so
she invited us to dinner. At dinner, there was laughter.  

Before the meal, we did not recite any particular prayer, 
but in the stuffed peppers, 

there were a few meanings of life. They were warm. 
They were filled to the brim. 

appears in The New England Review 43.3

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on October 29th, online — I will be guest-teaching at Sustenance, talking about sonnets ! Seating is very limited, so register soon! https://bit.ly/3qqKQXk

from the current issue of The Threepenny Review, Fall 22

Two new pieces in wildness

read all of issue 30

two collaborative poems, written with corey zeller

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originally appeared in The Southeast Review

2 sonnets of mine

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appearing in The Gettysburg Review. The latter poem is inspired in part by Krista Tippet’s interview with Walter Brueggemann for On Being. 

only the beginning

a new sweater for sale – a fragment from Rilke’s Duino Elegies, translated by Stephen Mitchell- email sophie.klahr@gmail.com for purchase  every angel embroidery

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i have some recent poems in poetry northwest.. 

and this HOWL / Allan Ginsberg tribute is currently for sale…. contact me at sophie.klahr@gmail.com for purchase details.



2 in the most recent issue of The Cincinnati Review

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