Something That Could Feel Alive
An Argument After Watching Gentleman’s Agreement
Fear and Isolation in American Zion
The Hamsa Flag
Finding Home #61: Beloved
The Other Within
Am I Anne
This Shall Also Pass
Bend to let the light in.
And let the teeming masculinity
Of your tradition pour forth
Remember that word בחר1
Sounds a lot like בכר2 the small root for man, for elder
Remember that בחר looks a lot like ברח3
The little root for flee.
Chosenness is that tiny root
That makes its
Home in our sightlines
And in our breaths.
Chosenness is clocktower thin
And binding, like gauze to a wound.
It buries itself deep in my body,
And echoes the weeping of the Bat-Zion4
The lamentations that were meant for the masses,
For a generation.
Did you know that divinity has a consequence?
It chose me
Without warning and without
It chose me at Sinai,
Like a huddled parent
Or anxious groom.
It chose me, hanging over my head,
In violent silence.
A quiet that begged for a cry, for any tin-roof voice
That could meet it.