Ripping Off the Bandaid – A poem for Parsha Nitzavim (Aliyah 4)

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God will once again gather you from all the nations, where Adonai, your God, had dispersed you.

I’m a rip off the bandaid kind of guy.
If the bad news is coming, don’t soften it.
I don’t need to schedule a phone call to hear it.

Just tell me.

I also, sometimes, just want to get to the good stuff.
I don’t want a lot of exposition, or the slow burn
to the satisfying payoff.

I’m not binging this life.

I like efficiency. I like things to take only
the exact amount of time they should take.
if it’s supposed to take a long time

let it take a long time.

If it should have ended already,
let it end. Come to think of it, I could have
cut the last seven lines of this poem.

Including the last two.

I like to get meta. I can tell that you
are reading this right now. There never was
a fourth wall.

I’ve gotten off track.

So, if You’re going to exile me to the desert
only to bring me back at the end of the Book
what have I learned here?

I’m going to turn this Torah right around.

No, really, I am. We all are.
In just a few weeks we’re going to start over.
Read this whole thing again.

See if we can learn something this time.

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