Read by Rabbi Neil Blumofe
The coated feeling of my mouth is
bitter and rancorous
Because I shout my first world
problems into the arms of depression where there’s nothing but being alone.
My mother’s feet are gashed
and burnt
while I count
up my dollars alongside my tears.
I’m not worth the
patronizing feeling
of harmonious conversation
painfully aware of my stutters and sputters
I’m nobody, who are you?