Author: Alexa Luborsky

  I was the wet cloth that kept the phyllo damp. I was the rag that lifted and didn’t catchthe edges of things. I was lamplight.In another place, I was shaina maidel.Here, though, I was khokh- memoryand nots- space. I was khokhanots.I was the kitchen, a whole geographywith borders of mother and step-father. Bubbie was nowherehere. She…