May 2 by The Running Son
Burning friggin bush.
I wrote in a comment this morning, hardly thinking, to Michal (it’s a Mrs…) at Happy Heuristics, that I am a Jew.
Oooops. heh, I’ve been scribbling my brains out and punching my keyboard and screaming at heaven, twisting my heart up and I have said a million things, but I forgot to mention that little bit of trivia to you. Bing! light-bulb! silly fool.
How about I slap it with poetry (as I’m prone to do lately), bend and encrypt it even worse than this funny mess already is./ So without further adieu, (already started from the sound of it)/……….
My mother was Jewish. I know this,
because my adoptive mother told me. Two
years ago. Hmmm. I have a left hemisphere
in my brain, like any other slithering fool,
so lets do the math. I am forty-four years old. Minus two,
that makes forty-two years that she knew,
but i didn’t, that I’m a Jew. No shit?
It’s true. With the few small facts
she knew, forty-two years blew by and at no time
did some song, show, family member, memory, view,
photograph, map, anecdote or impulse from the gods or epataph
strike a mental note, make her sigh and laugh
and say, hey… there’s something I forgot to tell you…
Your father was Italian-catholic
And your birth-mother… she was a Jew .
And it was really just like that. One day,
I’m a heathen, mystic ex-christian, a mildly hedonistic
gentile regarding Jews and Judaism with distant
curiosity and slightly uncomfortable interest,
and a little bit of misfit pin-sticking, and off-color rib-tickling.
I mean, can you even imagine the unsettling dissonance trickling in?
~~Love you guys. Stay tuned for more unintentional surprises.