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