A Dream About a Man Named Robert

robert explains geometry.

 

he pauses for a sip of tea.

 

an irate frenchman arrives,

 

"when you decide to know who

you are," he shouts, "let us know!"

 

my mother storms in and

throws a book of poems at

me,

 

"such lovely poems," she says,

"but all about death, all about

death."

 

i turn to robert and say:

 

"ya know, we was taught to be

more dispassionate!".

 

"yes we "was", he winks, "we're

jewish, right?"

 

i wink back, "that's what they say!

 

... more tea?"

 

he nods and we exchange cups.

 

Rob Goldstein 2014

Done