Framed by ritual,
cracked and creased
thin and fragile
rushed from the fire
in eighteen minutes.
can anything
satisfy our appetite
in so short a time?
It surrounds
but we do not let it penetrate
our sweet core;
The center -
cemented in place
a brick we refuse to sacrifice
afraid the foundation will be weakened
so we add more and more
till the mortar of ourselves
spills outside the frame.
Yet at its center
its core
remains a bitterness
a sadness
a loss we cannot
seem to
loose.
answers we cannot find
questions we refuse to ask
The Hillel sandwich
Modern Judaism
Thin ritual surrounding our
inflated sweet self
Maybe if we reduce the mortar
The sandwich will remain intact.
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