Oh, right. A poem.
That's the thing I was
forgetting to remember
this late night as I prep
for a public event and
the major holiday looms
like a gefilte fish piñata stuffed
with anxiety and matzo balls,
the conflicted marriage between
tradition and intention,
the spirit of freedom wedded
to chains of obligation and
kissed by current events and fear.
The best way to navigate this is ...
Oh. Write a poem.
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