(A little prose poem / short story, in lieu of more filthy Arab politics — which I just can’t bring myself to write about today.) Isaac and Rachel: A Love Song Analepsis/Prolepsis This is how his father was. Opportunity for prayer, which the old man couched in the secular “giving thanks,” lay open everywhere, a ubiquitous pressing together of fleshy palms, a collision of large-fingered hams pruning the air, centering