The complex dating life of a JFK Jew... (A Poem)
Lost in a world... In between these different cultures and groups who seem to be just one step away from being my kind of life. Wandering and wondering if the search will ever end, From one side of the world to another, I meet one, Another, A day or two goes by, I find myself at home in Israel but the jacket just almost fits and I go back to New York. A blandstone encounter, a shoe size too small, One that doesn’t have the half sizes, In search of the perfect fit... When they say “it fits like a glove” That’s what I’m looking for, To acquire something I really love. To cherish and hold, For years and decades, To pass onto my children, A gift, A date, A dinner party with friends, My adamantly irreligious best friend, And my Breslov best buddy, All sitting side by side, But somehow I can’t find my fit, I just don’t fit into any box, And I really don’t think I should... It’s just we need to align with life, In the way that’s unique to our mission, And all my experience...