Jen Karetnick Soil Taxonomy

In the entisols of childhood, I dig in

the diverse, rocky layer of origin where the


base is unconsolidated, a setting for base

parent material that doesn’t match up. Our parents


never believed we’d inhabit this space grown, never

saw the lack of affection for what it was: saw-


dust from the Ashkenazi family tree. Dust

finds me daily now, keeps me lunar. When you find


me in dreams, it’s to continue feuds with me,

not resolve them. Often I let you. But sometimes, not.


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