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May 5th, 2024
I wanted to talk about the Jews being barred from universities, their homes and businesses marked and boycotted, their identity used against them back in the all too recent 1930s, but 2024 kept flashing in front of my eyes.
I wanted to decry the dehumanization of Jews by the Nazis, but all I could hear was the resounding shouts just this week of “Kill the Jews” and “Hitler was right”.
Praise the fallen world
and its dreamy terrors.
Praise the false certainty
of unflickering leaders
and their certain masses.
No one knows better.
My cravings crave solitude.
My cravings crave space
It is too early and too late to dream.
My sister-God braids my hair for
it has grown since the mirrors wore black.
It is too early to die, too late to be born.
I have carrots to chop, soup to cook, a child to read to.
The soup tastes weak; it is mixed with lost time.