Magazine article Tikkun

Broken Matzah

Magazine article Tikkun

Broken Matzah

Article excerpt

On the New Jersey transit train

I pulled my particularity

out of a brown paper bag:

one of four broken pieces of

buttered matzah.

Slowly, delicately

I proceeded with my dinner.

The young man across the aisle

in his dark business suit

pale skin, wavy black hair

looked to me Italian

but I admit I'm not good at that.

He seemed uncomfortable,

not so much with the chremzel

I carefully dipped into

a little puddle of sour cream,

not even with my public

consumption of food

probably I was brought up

to know better, but I was

brought up

so long ago I've misplaced

some of my mother's niceties

No, I think it was the matzah

that did it, it was the matzah

that singled me out,

the unmistakable display

of my particularity:

four broken pieces of buttered

matzah. …

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