MY DOLL

When I was a girl, in the Aliyah neighbourhood,

I had a doll

with a missing arm or eye.

And I’m not sure anymore
if the doll were mine
or if it came from poetry

Mom’s dead
and there’s no one to ask.

DORIT WEISMAN, Israel

Translation from Hebrew to English: Joanna Chen
From the book Scrambled Eggs in Jerusalem, Cohel Publishing house, 2017