PASSOVER REQUIEM
A DREAM FOR PASSOVER
I write poems in my sleep when
I’m supposed to be sleeping and
I sleep when I’m supposed to be
writing poems
There is a lot of sleeping going on it would seem
But it is Winter in the G.W. North
where hibernation, mental masturbation
and a good dose of melancholy are de rigueur for poets
Lastnight frozen bagels were flying from
the freezer like mana from the sky
My mother horrified her kids would beg
for bread on Passover fled our blue striped kitchen
While I chanted the lines of this poem until
6 a.m. Now my poetjuice is fading and I seriously need a
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Winter 2013 * NOT for Lena Dunham anti-heroine who showcased KIKE lastnight
