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