too much

tee shirt can't be found
printers break down
what does it say
about your purim costume
when it is
impossible
to assemble?

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the best feature
of my couch
is the sleeping ornament
on top,
washed in light green,
engine quietly rumbling
underneath glasses
still adorning
her sweet sleepy face.

schrodinger date

she says
the nicest things
about me,

but I have no clue
if she's serious
or just wasting
my time.

smiles so sweetly,
impressed
by
what i bring to the table,

but i wonder
if this is just some fable
she concocted
since we were set up

on this date
by a mutual friend.
this shit again?

i thought days
of misread signs
were
at an end,

instead of friendzone,
worrying about
notsecondinterviewzone.

i thought a benefit
of being married
was I'd never
have to wonder
like this again,

buti'm here,
thinking about calling you
trying to make more points
and smalltalk my way
out of this, miss
please believe me
i'm the one you need
all them other
sisters and brothers
won't treat you
won't proceed
with the same skills
i got in my right fingernails,

i'll be a freak in the field
and a gentleman in the office,

just please,
call me for that second date.

acrostic for serious jewcurls

surely, shimson must have
had job interviews, right?
or maybe he merely
ripped in two the
nearest tree and said "hire me"

in my life

"there are places
i remember"

and then again
a few places
i don't quite remember

but sitting around
singing these songs
with you,

our hair shorter
and grayer,

with apartments
anything but filthy

and partners
that never witnessed

how much fun
slothlike failure
can truly be
with all of you,

people who wouldn't believe
how incompetent we could be
when together.

beatles rock band
replaces
costume parties

and everyone
holds their liquor
like a glass
instead of
sieve or funnel.

we put down
plates of pasta
that far outstrip
the jar sauces
of yesterday,

and laugh like
the twenty somethings
we still are
in each other's
company.

old friends make me want to watch hockey

there he is,
yelling my name
from down the block,
while standing
on a patch of ice

15 years ago,
and we're running around
a tennis court
with sticks and one old net.

then, i was the only one on foot,
the rest favoring roller blades.
i held my own there.

now, living blocks apart
in brooklyn,
not even watching
the olympics,

our 15 year old selves
would be ashamed.

Cafe du Monde

G-d covers world
in cold powdered sugar;
a beignet for all.