It is the Hebrew month of Adar and my
happiness is getting bigger.
That’s not meant to sound dirty.
It’s a traditional tradition, as old as Purim itself
as old as eating cookies shaped like human ears
as old as wearing Venetian masks
I think Purim is where Mardi Gras got the idea.
As Purim approaches, our happiness gets bigger.
On this day we march down the Bourbon Streets
of our lives, imbibing whatever it takes
to blur the lines between what’s wrong and what’s right.
(or what’s left if you’re feeling politically charged)
Hoping, no, mandated, to see how close we are
to evil, and still land on the good side of the line.
I have to be honest, when I first heard the word
Megillah, I was disappointed to find out it didn’t
have anything to do with gorillas. The cartoon of
my youth informing my understanding of Jewish History.
I’d always wanted a monkey of any kind and to
find out Purim only led to a cookie, was a tragedy
of King Kongian proportions. It was like someone
was saying Haman to me as loud as they could
next to my ear which I’m lucky enough to
still have attached. And can we all just agree,
There should be a much higher proportion of
chocolate Hamentaschen? (no offense fruit)
This is all getting a bit silly, but that’s Purim.
Straddling the line between good and evil.
A dizzying balance to maintain. I’m standing
on one foot. Hoping the other one lands
in a respectable location. My happiness is
getting bigger. I’d draw you a picture, but
I’m out of time.