how can we dance when our beds are burning?
our mother cannot die in the same bed
as him mattress burned beyond recognition
in a bonfire along with family money condo
remade by rabbis daughter with bucks to spare
didn’t care for our bourgeoisied palette no!
+daddy’s ghost sniffing a ponderous +schmaltzy
woman fled now dead for 30 the bed where
mother will die lies on bathurst st.
where jews drive like shit +little fielding melishes
dribble balls +dart into traffic their own mothers
brisketladen +farbissen many with 10 kids as the
husbands twirl tallis strings always smiling
..above the drawing room on the first floor , was the
bedroom, which was the birth centre; the death centre
of the house. Both her mother and father died there..
(Hermione Lee Virginia Woolf 1997)
Hanukkah 2019 🕎