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In Iowa City

ISSUE:  Summer 2020


In Iowa City, the restaurant 
where I worked on the weekend, 
I befriended another waitress, blond & blue-eyed, 
she grew up in one of the remote farms outside of town,
where wind was ruthless & could overturn a truck.
I was the first Jew she’d ever met.
I caught her watching me sometimes.



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