Jewish Women of Words

Without Ceremony

By
The Dybbuk

There are damp patches on my sheets when I finish sewing them together and get down off my knees
I am not a Bat Mitzvahed woman
Together, red rounded legs
They sit in a circle
I turn my body into a flying saucer and lay on flushed sheets
I speak no Hebrew, no Yiddish
There is spinning around my figure
Legs migrate around and spit
The sheets learn how to be wet
I lap at their generational goo, fiending, starving
They share their rosy tongues
I crave my great-grandmother, doughy hands holding fat baby womanhood
I share my tongue; I whisper the password
Mollie Olevsky and Samuel Goldstein and the birth of a son and the birth of a son and the birth of a daughter
The names strike acceptance; they hesitate
I lack ceremony; they resume
I am unzipped from the pocket of my skin and met with red rounded sisters whom I fear
We nest on cotton sheets as they speak to me in a language I will never understand

The Dybbuk
Roman Boldyrev
Gesher Theatre’s The Dybbuk (Toronto) on Flickr
Article by Author/s
Alexandra Gold
Alexandra Ebert Gold is an eighteen-year old writer living in Manhattan and attending The New School in pursuit of a degree in Journalism & Design. Ebert Gold has studied poetry and flash fiction at Wellesley College, as well as poetry and its performance at the University of California Berkeley. Her professional literary studies originate in Paris, France, where she spent the summer studying creative writing and was given the creative writing student award by her professor at the close of the month. Her previous publications include her piece “Nod at Me”, a Bay Area Writing Awards finalist piece featured in digital magazine The Ellipsis and the three literary magazines she has contributed to and edited in the aforementioned academic programs.

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