Speaking My Words – A poem for Parsha Chayei Sara (Aliyah 4)

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I will not eat until I have spoken my words.

I understand the sensibility
though I usually say I will not
drink until I have spoken my words.

Once, in Long Beach, a city
that someday may not exist
I was invited to speak my words.

It was at a bar where people
often speak their words, regardless
of whether anyone is listening.

I had one of the things they
serve at the bar, and then when
it was my turn to speak my words

because I’m a lightweight
my words at the microphone
dribbled out of my mouth

like the guy with his finger
in a hole in Amsterdam
had given up.

My words weren’t the shape
they were supposed to be
and I did not go home

with the trophy.
I learned then there is
a certain order to things.

Number one:
Say your words first
before you drink or eat.

The words are the imperative.
The eat and drink are the reward.
Number two:

I probably shouldn’t have
numbered this because
I don’t have a number two.

Number three: Be consistent
with your words. Sometimes
the details change in the retelling.

We are a people of the words.
We won’t get to take our b’sheret
home from the well

if we’re a glutton at the table
if we forget why we brought
our camels here in the first place.

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