Friday afternoon: The rabbi’s wife
Inside the yeshiva he’s busy naming things
Inside the yeshiva he’s busy naming things
This old man in the armchair’s plush embrace waits for his thoughts to settle.
You have to know\nwho to talk to:\nchoose a dry\ncistern
All morning I thought of my mother, how often we waited for her to die and then the affront of it
All night long I\nwrestled with an angel — his face
A man swings through the open doors on crutches,\nhis long arms thick with muscle like the Christ
They come together to bury their father\nin the cave where Sarah’s body lies.




