False Ceremony
On the morning of my Bar Mitzvah –
the Jewish ceremony when a thirteen
year old boy becomes a man –
I jumped out of bed, ran
into the bathroom, and locked
the door. I lowered my pajama bottoms,
so I could examine my penis.
Nothing changed. It still looked
like a boy’s penis. Why was God
giving me a tough time? If He truly
loved me wouldn’t He shorten my nose
and add an extra inch to my penis?
–Hal Sirowitz
Poetry
Delightful, Hal!
God put that extra inch in your tongue, Hal. You genius.
Your poems couldn’t get any bettah …