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Dad died when I was six. The rabbi who lived in the apartment below took over for him. I’m sure he wanted to do Mom. They packed us off to an evil Hasidic summer camp where everyone made fun of us because we didn’t comprehend their crazy prayers. My brother was four. We would secretly meet in the woods, hug each other and cry. We couldn’t understand why our father died and our mother sent us to this terrible place. I learned to hate all religion and still do.
Mom was a dark-haired, curvaceous looker, juicy, and in her prime. She liked sex but decided that all men had to pay for it. The butcher brought steaks; the florist, flowers; the bagel man left fresh fiery steaming bagels by our door every morning for months. Leon, the ice cream man left ice cream. My younger brother and I were quickly dispatched to get the stuff into the house, so they couldn’t see Mom. And not to forget Abe, the jeweler, who brought, well, jewels. They all tried to get inside. Some did. When Mom met the man who brought it all, she married him.
We lived in Borough Park, in Brooklyn. Until I ran away, I thought eve
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On the Boardwalk There are Boys
i.
On the boardwalk there are boys
barking, and I think it’s towards me.
I am fifteen and a late bloomer and this hasn’t happened to me before, and I
don’t know why they would because I am wearing
a bucket hat and my favorite pants (navy capris) and a ivory shirt and am so clearly
queer like all my friends.
It doesn’t bother
me so much as it scares me because
I am alone except for my mother on the phone who is talking
about my sister’s eleventh birthday and doesn’t know
I am hopping down the stairs in my purple Crocs and crossing the parking lot to walk on the street parallel to the sea,
or that my heart is beating out of its chest.
Men:
Every female-bodied person you know
has done this
and will do it again.
Every.
Single.
One.
ii.
When Roe v. Wade was overturned I didn’t quite care at first.
Again: gay.
It was only when my friend—
My conservative-Christian best-ish friend and rival who makes me wonder
if it’s a sin to adoration someone like me too,
asked me what I thought about it—
tha