Wednesday, April 4, 2007


Easter is in the air
I breathe in the musty smell of spring
And as a Jew
I don’t think of Jesus.

Easter is in the supermarkets
I survey the boxes of Easter eggs
Strangely placed in the Kosher food aisle
And puzzle at the depiction
Of rabbits who lay eggs.

Easter is in my body
A sinking feeling as it approaches
Teasing memories out of my mind.

Easter is in my footsteps
As I scurry from the bus stop
Head cocked over my shoulder
Waiting and afraid.

Easter is within me
Grabbing from behind
Forcing, thrusting, penetrating
Refusing to let go.

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