Metal sides. Hot in summer. Cold in winter.

The dogs howl at trains.

I drink instant coffee. I do not work.

Not because I can’t. Because I won’t.

Also because they won’t let me.

Republicans.

They say pull yourself up.

But I wear sandals. No laces.

I Curated films once.

People clapped.

Now they stream garbage.

I play Knuckles Chaotix.

Not because it’s good.

Because it is mine.

And no one else plays it.

My sisters date Black men.

My father disapproves.

But he’s dead.

The mezuzah fell off my door last winter.

I haven’t put it back.

I keep meaning to.

I’m Sephardic.

I miss the food.

Nobody cooks it here.

They say we’re white.

We are not.

Degrees stacked like old VHS tapes.

None of them open doors.

They just fill drawers.

I filed a lawsuit once.

I lost.

The judge was Ashkenazi.

On Fridays I light a candle.

Sometimes two.

Usually just one.

I am not unhappy.

I am not happy.

I am still here.

God watches.

Or doesn’t.

He hasn't said.

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