Me Too and my Son the Guzzler – A poem for parsha Ki Teitzei (Aliyah 1)

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If you go out to war against your enemies…and you see among the captives a beautiful woman and you desire her, you may take [her] for yourself as a wife.

I can see this was written long before
the sensibilities of me too came along.

And how these ancient sensibilities
themselves created the need for

me too to come along. And despite
that obviousness making so much sense

to me, one only has to turn on the news
for five minutes to realize we still have

so many humans who have yet to
come along. Come along, humans.

It wasn’t right in Biblical times to
regard any humans as property and

it’s not right now. Come along.
Yes, you too.


This son of ours is wayward and rebellious; he does not obey us; [he is] a glutton and a guzzler.

This is what we told to the elders of the city
at the gates of the city. to describe our

wayward and disobedient sons before
they pelted them to death. This was before

therapy and consequences and
I’ll turn this thing right around.

This is when we gave up too easy.
What child doesn’t behave like a glutton?

Which of our children haven’t we caught
guzzling? I’m sure I told my son three times

just yesterday quit guzzling like a glutton.
He listens. But he’ll do it again.

He doesn’t know how not to yet.
Don’t give up on your little gluttons.

Show them the way with your way.
It looks like they’re not getting it, but

they will get it. The tree grows up to
look just like you. It’s all they know.

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