This old man in the armchair’s plush embrace waits for his thoughts to settle.
All morning I thought of my mother, how often we waited for her to die and then the affront of it
A man swings through the open doors on crutches,
his long arms thick with muscle like the Christ
They come together to bury their father
in the cave where Sarah’s body lies.
I have always believed in the alchemy of letters
but never in their permanence.
When Noah prayed
You sent him a flood
and charged him with the safety
of all animal life.
It’s time to talk about grief
as if the mere mention could
crack the sky leaving the stars
to break through shattering
like a skin on milk
I write to you
Yes, I hear talk
as I walk the Old City
from Jaffa Gate
We stood as she instructed around the stone of losses,
declared what we had found
and waited for other Jews to claim it.
a new lay upon this lute for You
I take her to the park, I swing her in the little swing
Help her on the slide, lotion her face and arms against the sun
She runs around in her little bluejeans
ten at a time we carried them
by their legs
to cages on the truck
Every time we mention the dead
I feel their weight on the mattress
indentations — never been flipped.
My Bubbie mumbles a Yiddish invective every time I mention
I came late to sunrise. The hills were lit
with goats. Everything shimmered in
small steps. I closed my eyes.
Let the coffee pot and the crows,
let the car horns and the upstairs neighbors.
Salt into meat
saw it all in the mirror
God is here today. She is a spectacular god...
I fail. Every morning shade drawn,
I had a dinner with a woman mad
Near the Atlantic Ocean, past the last subway station,
This poem first appeared in the Winter 2011 issue of BLIP Magazine (now New World Writing). It was reprinted in the collection “Pointed Sentences” (BlazeVOX, 2012).
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