Golem Doesn’t Get Jack
Lenore Weiss
12/18/2016
I got dealt the right hand, but didn’t know what was left of me. Stepping on broken glass, a breeze cried out and hopped over to the parking lot, for
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I got dealt the right hand, but didn’t know what was left of me. Stepping on broken glass, a breeze cried out and hopped over to the parking lot, for
My heart was in the right place, grown children in the bloodlines of my inner space, a practicum for laboring over my cheese and cracker man whose birth I toasted
Between earth and sky and the bearded light of filtering stars, I walked away homeless, death trailed close behind like a poor relative, but tonight, something in the smell of the
It wasn’t a job for one man let alone a clay man of cheese and crackers. At night after the lights on the block went out, all we could hear
I wanted to control him, but in a good way, like a Mickey Mousenik from the Sorcerer’s Apprentice, my honey-do mopping up mess with a wooden bucket, a live-in housekeeper on the look-out
Another golem came around. Oh, yes. There’s more than one. Talked to students, retirees, regular people. And what happened? Mein kinder cuckoo in the head tarred him with names: socialist, communist, devil— the usual thing