I am Louis Farrakhan’s
favorite Jew—a lesbian
intellectual with a purple
Izod sweatshirt.

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I am a bilious girl
on my birthday with
food poisoning from ribs
like Momma made.

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I go to the ER.
A pipe in my throat
connects to Moses.
All Jews connect to Moses or Freud
or Einstein or Rothschild.

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Me the Hebe rests near
a patient who prays to
Jesus—before she and
her husband have sex.
It is the mercantile
class they are offending.

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The blue Jew,
black and blue,
dies with a pipe
in her throat,
without redemption.