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