My story is pretty simple—
Because I couldn’t finish a novel
My life begins
In a nation that does not exist yet
The icon & I weren’t personally close
Our family fled their orchards—
From medieval kabbalists
To 20th century refugees—
Our fury seems particularly apparent here
In a nation that does not exist yet
Where actors are hired to read scripts
& pretend
To be real people
My uncle told me—
This week’s parasha introduces a medium
For distinguishing truth
From falsehood—
That was my life
I was giving up
I was going back home
My uncle told me—
On the radio, things aren’t so simple
Leaving the icon to believe
One of two things—
A river was there
& it had two banks
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