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The Interrogative
In a dream, Moses confessesto me that “Everything God saysis a lie,” to which God respondsthrough a porthole of lightin the clouds, “What he says is true.”The paradox thrashes like a flightlessbird in my mouth.All…
The Whole Mishpocha
The kippah clipped to my hairnags like a tag. I don’t come to daven or lean into the ligature of lamedlike a shepherd’s crook,or wrap myself in the birthday-cake blue and white of communal tallit. I don’t…
