CHAMETZ

The good Jews
are all leaving their Seders
full of charoset and matsah
and freedom
dressed to the nines
dragging their eight-year-olds home.

I,
a different sort of Jew,
sit on a bench
knoshing on donuts
which look like bagels
though nonetheless
still seasonally inappropriate.

And as these holies roll toward home
all goddish and secure
in their religion,
I pleasure at their liberty
and ogle their women.