I heard Kol Nidre on a violin tonight.
They should take all legal documents
and set them to music.
All vows –
This legal document
written in unholy language
a prenuptial agreement
for our inevitable failing.
This relationship with
the year itself
a contract awaiting
the biggest signature.
Please, cancel my subscription
but charge my card anyway.
I don’t deserve the content.
Every promise I make
a guaranteed broken one
between today and
a year’s worth of
Jewish days from now.
The next time the shofar
is dusted off,
we’ll have this conversation again.
Forgive me this year
and last year and next.
Forgive everyone who ever
stood at the mountain.
Forgive our promises
our oaths, our vows, all vows
You made the whole world
and on this day and every day
You knew this would happen.
Pardon me. Please.