That Time of the Month

He expands in my pocket like a tampon filled with blood.
He’s getting bigger and stronger, beats
his way out of my purse. Now there’s a hole in the leather,
wallet and credit cards fall out; I bend down
and pick up everything, wrestle him
into the passenger seat and snap the belt.

He starts crying. Can you believe it?
No one ever told me that a golem cries.
Says he’s homesick, where are the shtetls, the rabbis,
and what or who gave me the god-given right
to bring him back from the world of pograms and Anatevkas and what
about this thing we’re sitting in, where’s the blasted donkey cart?
I can’t answer his questions, try to calm him down,
say none of us are too sure about what’s happening these days, either.

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Lenore's collections include "Tap Dancing on the Silverado Trail" (2011) from Finishing Line Press, “Sh’ma Yis’rael” (2007) from Pudding House Publications, and "Cutting Down the Last Tree on Easter Island" (West End Press, 2012). Her writing has won recognition from Poets&Writers (finalist in California Voices contest) and as a finalist for Pablo Neruda Prize, Nimrod International Journal. The Society for Technical Communication has recognized her work regarding Technical Literacy in the schools. All material is copyrighted on this site and cannot be used without the author's permission.
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