Poem inspired by the stories found in It’s a Whole Spiel: Love, Latkes, and Other Jewish Stories
Why did I sound like such an idiot when I talked to him? Got your weird out of your system? I respect that God's name is unpronounceable. She hated her OCD. She craved certainty, and logically, she knew her quest for it was making her miserable. A faint whiff of canned boy mixed with feet: he'd be taking his nice-Jewish-boy act on the road! VIRGIN DIES WATCHING CRITICALLY UNDERWHELMING ROMANTIC COMEDY You didn't like dancing, but you were never afraid of heights. Let me go under, but this time let me come up... a breathe-the-other-person-in hug is supremely underrated. Jam-packed, clogged city arteries they would communicate in their broken English, the cracks in each tongue following different fault lines. I had ten solid minutes of feeling good about being different-- I don't want to blend in. I want to be bright.
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