03/19/20 LVP

She took me the edge,

because she wanted me to see the horizon more clearly,

and I tried jumping

because I believed I could fly.

She asked that I touch the soil

so that I knew where all life comes from,

and I stuffed my stomach with it

because my first word was ‘more.’

She shared the secret of family with me

and I plotted her wallet,

because capitalism was complicated.

She asked I write

some

thing,

and I went silent for a decade;

she worked all night,

and I snuck around the lower realms of the world.

Don’t judge too much.

It’s a Russian story

a Jewish story,

a mother-son kind of thing –

you know,

the kind of thing you laugh about on holidays,

when first introducing your family to strangers