candles melt, I am running out of time
the husky rolling of R's in the only two prayers I know.
no torah reading, no smiling grandparents.
How do i identify as something so close to me,
yet I am so far from it?
the knife slices through the apples
Each slice is a close blow to my chest.
The wine on my pinky
drips down onto my white plate. another drop of regret
dangling in the back of my throat.
How can i identify as something so close to me,
yet I am so far from it?
A new year, or a day to atone
my religiousness, always monotone.
I try to think it's not my fault
two sides tore me
nothing to bore me.
Just the deep, swishy feeling
I know i will never have a bat mitzvah
That doesn't scare me.
but how will i identify as something so close to me,
yet I am so far from it?
the husky rolling of R's in the only two prayers I know.
no torah reading, no smiling grandparents.
How do i identify as something so close to me,
yet I am so far from it?
the knife slices through the apples
Each slice is a close blow to my chest.
The wine on my pinky
drips down onto my white plate. another drop of regret
dangling in the back of my throat.
How can i identify as something so close to me,
yet I am so far from it?
A new year, or a day to atone
my religiousness, always monotone.
I try to think it's not my fault
two sides tore me
nothing to bore me.
Just the deep, swishy feeling
I know i will never have a bat mitzvah
That doesn't scare me.
but how will i identify as something so close to me,
yet I am so far from it?
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