Five thousand years a
wandering people—–then we
found the cabanas.
In the ice sculpture
reflected bar-mitvah guests
nosh on chopped liver.
The same kimono
the top geishas are wearing–
got it at Loehman’s.
Firefly steals into
the night just like my former
partner, that gonif.
In a stage whisper
a yenta confides the name
of her friend’s disease
Seven-foot Jews in
the NBA slam-dunking—
my alarm clock rings.
Testing the warm milk
on her wrist, she beams—nice, but
her son is forty.
A lovely nose ring—
excuse me while I put my
head in the oven.