by Alexandra "Allie" Lijewski



Ludmila refuted her home long ago
with Alina still wrapped around 
her waist and a Kyiv classroom left empty
and clammy
and cold.
She opted 
for the smell of the sea 
and safety, marrying a baker and raising
a baby while learning to speak
English. She left as a Master of Education, yet
arrived unwelcomed as one. 
Une prof de français: She wept 
in the rainlaced window-lined
classroom to her students speaking
of the nightworld—the why’s and how’s
of her Ukrainian departure
and dwindled hope. 

History is the shelled streets 
and Russian tanks amassed 
on a rainy border field
once happening


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