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Written by Lenore Weiss. Lenore is a first-time Jewrotica writer.
Yom Kippur 2005, Yizkor (Memorial Service)
There’s a thumbnail
discarded on the floor
rolling into cat hair,
a tissue blown
into a tent of good-bye kisses.
The nail is
painted glow-in-the-dark and still pink,
reflects light, takes a curtain call. Gone.
I follow the Yizkor
meditation, my thoughts
wander to my new vibrator,
a molded purple plastic
water-proof super glide,
waiting for me at home
tucked between socks and panties
purchased the weekend before
while doing food shopping and going
for a walk with my friend and her dog,
the solemnity of making our days count.
I bless Ace Hardware for Double A batteries, enter
the High Holydays in a blaze.
Xbox Marks The Spot
The day after Thanksgiving
I’ll walk across the Great Mall,
use a credit card with a revolving account
turning pennies into gold and gold into health plans,
living at the edge of a culvert
where security systems cook dinners for the homeless,
taller than I ever thought possible, slinky,
my thighs like Sonya Blade in Mortal Kombat,
a member of my own Special Forces unit,
a knapsack of turkey bones wrapped in tinfoil—
Oh them bones, them precious bones
grow apartments from pizza crust.
I rub a mezuzah on the side of my computer,
conjure up Stephen Hawking on a good day
who stands at midnight in the Garden of Eden
what God was doing before he broke out the world.