Jessica Lieberman KIKE

My grandma didn’t feel it

when the WORD was chalked

on the back of her

new camel-hair coat

while walking through the city.

I feel the sear of those letters

across my shoulder blades,

cry ash for so many million kikes.


To remember in Yiddish

is to remind yourself:

something active,

like reading psalms—

If I forget thee,

O G-d of Kikes,

let my head be dashed

upon the rocks.


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