Being Jewish In A Small Town

Someone writes kike on
the blackboard and the
"k's" pull thru the
chalk stick in my

plump pale thighs
even after the high
school burns down the
word is written in

the ashes my under
pants elastic snaps
on Main St because
I can't go to

Pilgrim Fellowship
I'm the one Jewish girl
in town but the 4
Cohen brothers

want blond hair
blowing from their
car they don't know
my black braids

smell of almond
I wear my clothes
loose so no one
dreams who I am

will never know
Hebrew keep a
Christmas tree in
my drawer in

the dark my fingers
could be the menorah
that pulls you toward
honey in the snow

by Lyn Lifshin

Comments (3)

Wonderful poem Lyn, I like what you're doing here with the line breaks, how the end-words flow into two lines. I can relate to this myself, having grown up in a similar environment. Keep up the writing!
Lyn, a haunting and lovely work you have here. Pleasure to read. Carolynn
Lyn-beautiful poem. Remember me from Long Beach. I have a poem with a Jewish theme here, 'On Her Way.' We're getting older, aren't we. John Kay