Jewish Child

Come let us go thus far*
past the farms.
Gedera junction is gridlocked.

This phase is European
but also Bolshevik
because
of the woolen vest and yellow mane
of curls.  Your eyes are blue, Jewish child in Moscow
pretending to be a Tsar
drinking vodka from a crystal glass
sniffing salmon roe on a cracker, name** highlighted in gold
in the canon.

In the apartment, the smell of papers from the secondhand store.
You stick one foot in hesitantly
and then immerse your body in the bathtub
“Light me a cigarette, the pack is on the floor.”
You point and drip,

your face streaming man.

ילד יהודי

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