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Rose Has Hands

by Maggie Smith
Illustration by Jason Novak

Rose Has Hands

Maggie Smith
22 Snaps

My phone doesn’t observe
the high holidays, autocorrecting
shana tova to shaman tobacco,
Rosh Hashanah to rose has hands.

Apples and honey for a sweet
new year, or apples and
honestly, or news and years
always more than one.

Yesterday my daughter asked,
out of what felt like nowhere
but must be a real place
inside her, When people kidnap

kids, do they kill them? Why
would someone kill a kid?

When I texted my husband
this, my phone corrected

kill to Killarney, kid to kids.
We have two. My phone suggests
their names. Suggests what
the duck.
Suggests news, years,

and honestly—what truth
can I tell her? I don’t
ducking understand, I don’t
understand ducking any of it.

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