Teshuva
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.
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