תשובה (Teshuva)


The truth is, I am not sorry.

I will not apologize

For the skirt that hangs above my knees

Or the lipstick tinged with feminism.

I will not sit shiva

For your pride               

And the angelic little faces

In your wallet-sized photo album.


You say, “Honey, a little teshuva never hurt a soul”

But Grandma,

Teshuva does not mean “repent”

It means “return”

And I am not sorry for moving forward.


You can toss all the breadcrumbs you want

Into the stream

With a “Baruch atah Adonai” for each damn one.

My woman knees refuse to buckle

Even for a god.


So you are welcome at my Seder.

But know that in my home

The gefilte fish are seasoned with rebellion

And we do things just slightly

Out of order.



This poem is about: 
My family
Our world
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