9 June
I went to a movie
The Old Friend was there
With her friends
Her husband
Her family
Old Friend
Not the Paul Simon kind
Not the book end kind
An Old Friend
I see them
And other
Old Friends
And a little bit of me disappears
I cried that day
They said that to me
That I was not
The kind of Jew they liked
I cried and cried
Wrote them a letter
The very next day
Sorry I said
sOrRy I said
in so many ways
Not good enough
Not Jewish enough
Not
I cried that day
& a little bit of me
disappeared
I see Old Friends
On trains
On streets
In cars
They look through me
And every time
A little bit of me disappears
I smile less
I worry more
And a little bit of me disappears
Peseach comes
Rosh Hashanah goes
Chanukah the menorah and Bondi horror meld
Friends and families gather
No invitations sent
And a little bit of me disappears
