Glasses halfway down her nose,
Staring me down—
No ruckus allowed! Nagging me.
I repay her with all kinds of grief:
the same currency she grants me.
I cartoon her chin wattle, her saggy arms,
laughing at her wide behind. Caught,
I’m banished to the Principal—
Corporal re-education—a whacking!
The old hag! I hate her! I know I do—but I—
I—love—her—yes—God, I do. In her I witness
Mother Mary’s labor groaning, I see
sweet Jesus lugging His cross uphill. Every dear saint’s
eventual demise. I recall
my body is the temple shul and
my beloved Rabbi, wonder teacher—
Alpha and Omega’s outstretched arms
opening the sacred scrolls,
revealing God’s Eternal Light
written deep in me.