of mice +marriage +men
last year of my 60’s about to be fairly ancient
the rabbi at my father’s funeral said: every year
beyond 70 is a blessing Lee made it to 68
i am about to overtake him down the stretch
he was wretchedly young +bypassed +breathless
i forge ahead into the rarefied air of Monson’s sermon
the good Monson married my parents + a brother
also me to Ricky husband numero uno later he
conducted the get written in Aramaic for 400 bucks
he said: tell him he has to pay half but Ricky didn’t
marry another Jewess so i never collected it sits in a
drawer gathering dust mites who hora incessantly
marriage is like that dusty prone to mould also not
something a rabbi can rent asunder i have spent 41 yrs in
its confines there is green mould on current husband’s back
there is a kindness about him huge lumberjack hands fierce
doglike +wily but not as wily as me is it inertia or love?
what’s the difference?
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Winter 2025 ..till death do us part..
songanddancegirl 