04.10.05 - 11:10 a.m.

he called and yelled "good shabbas!" only to hang up afterward -- easing himself into reformism, maybe -- and he was the only one to wish me that. the only one who would. i missed knishes last night, and latkes with dr pepper. the things the tall, weird quiet-talking waiter at city deli knows i like. every time i order he gives a satisfied smile. this holiday is important to me; a hard one to stomach sincerely in its intent. i'm forgiving as many trespasses as i can, and asking forgiveness of even those for which i'm not really sorry.

better than nothing, right?
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